Anthony Weir

Rookie (13th September 1941)

Beauty And Despair - Poem by Anthony Weir

The forest's lovely, dark and deep,
But I, unlovely human, have pale and
shallow promises to keep
to well-kept humans.
There is no gain but hurt
as we turn the planet called Earth
to the planet called Dirt,
the planet of pain.
And we are vanity & all in vain.

Every girl and every boy
is born with and robbed of
the secret of joy.
And not a thing will satisfy
Because we all are cut away
from our innate capacity
to be appropriate, attuned.

Poems
are pus from that terrible wound,
wound of wanting, dark and deep.
The woods are lovely…We explain
and turn experience to pain,
turn pain to planetary experience,
and we are vanity, and all in vain.


Comments about Beauty And Despair by Anthony Weir

  • (4/20/2006 9:11:00 AM)


    No no no Anthony! It is good to get it out, it clears space for sweet juicy joyous life. Nothing is in vain. We are just stupid! lol Great thought poker of a poem. 10 from overflowing with bubbles and love, Tai (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 20, 2006



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