Unable to Rejoice

first-snow-art-by-jennifer-lommers

First Snow      art by Jennifer Lommers

 

This poem by Edward Thomas is not maddening, except that it points to the reality of poor people without shelter on this very cold day:

 

The Owl 

Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved;

Cold, yet had heat within me that was proof

Against the North wind; tired, yet so that rest

Had seemed the sweetest thing under a roof.

 

Then at the inn I had food, fire, and rest,

Knowing how hungry, cold, and tired was I.

All of the night was quite barred out except

An owl’s cry, a most melancholy cry

 

Shaken out long and clear upon the hill,

No merry note, nor cause of merriment,

But one telling me plain what I escaped

And others could not, that night, as in I went.

 

And salted was my food, and my repose,

Salted and sobered, too, by the bird’s voice

Speaking for all who lay under the stars,

Soldiers and poor, unable to rejoice.

 

 
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One thought on “Unable to Rejoice

  1. It is sad to think of these people during harsh weather. The Hartford police were trying to round the homeless into shelters these past few days, with lows in single-digits. Still, many prefer not to go, which begs even sadder thoughts.

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