This poem found its way to my hotel room in Ohio, and got me thinking about courage, wondering hard what it is we are supposed to do in these times, which, though much of the evidence insists they are gentler, clearly still ask something of us. I met a Ukrainian man at my show in Ann Arbor a couple weeks ago. He loved the music. I shook his hand, I asked him how his family was. I asked him questions. I listened. He said he loved the music. I wished him well. Hes going back this week. He said he loved the music. What are we here for? poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/243638
Posted on: Mon, 12 May 2014 14:51:17 +0000
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