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A Ritual To Read To Each Other
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If you don't know the kind of person I am
and I don't know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.
For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke.
And as elephants parade holding each elephant's tail,
but if one wanders the circus won't find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.
And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should consider--
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.
For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give--yes or no, or maybe--
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.
William Stafford
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Tyler Osier
(10/2/2008 8:08:00 PM) |
i think the first stanza means that we dont know our futur nor do we know anyone elses future but when things go wrong friends can help you out of it and sometimes they can lead you away from what ur doing like it says to lead away from your star
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ari anna arena
(11/2/2006 10:36:00 AM) |
The last stanza is a summation of all of life. So beautifully said.So true.
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E F
(8/30/2006 4:25:00 PM) |
It states to me that we know and yet say not what it is we know and leave ourselves marooned and lost. That we may miss our way or be influenced by what others say we should be. That when we awake we stay awake and be lucid and transparent. That we be clear with ourselves and then be clear to those around and stay true to our self, no matter what darkness prevails.
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Phillip Sawatzky
(3/31/2006 11:49:00 PM) |
One of the truly great poems of all times. The theme of the individual, each individual as integral to the well-being of the community is stated so gently, yet with such power that it makes me shudder deep inside.
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