Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.
Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss, sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.
Politically correct versions of this poem using inclusive language have been published, ruining the scansion and raising Pugh's ire. From Wikipedia
A great start with a nice poem, Sheenagh. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
Sometimes our best efforts do not go amiss, sometimes we do as we meant to. The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you... . sometimes have, sometimes haven't. Beautifully captured. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Sometimes' is among her best-known works, though Pugh herself states on her website that she 'long ago got sick of it' and no longer allows it to be anthologized or used in examination questions. From Wikipedia