Monday, January 05, 2009


Via Peter Pereira's blog, this lovely poem by Sheenagh Pugh, that, as Peter puts it, seems perfect for the moment we are living in (though it appears the poet has disowned this poem, for various reasons (?)...)


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 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 to you.

© Sheenagh Pugh

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Thank you.

Sometimes....we see each other in spring of 2009. And sometimes we have a snow storm. I'm kidding.

It's a perfect poem, for a perfect moment of mine. I think I start to love poetry....and again because of you. Thank you.