it can console.

We are lucky to get two NPR stations, one from Chapel Hill and one from Winston-Salem. On the way home, one was reporting the terrible news from Boston and one was sharing poetry. I opted for the poetry. As the program said, “Can poetry end injustice? Perhaps not. But can it make us see it? Yes. And it can console.”

Here is the poem that Candide Jones read at the end of that segment. Though it was pre-scheduled, it struck me as perfect for today.

“Try To Praise The Mutilated World” by Adam Zagajewski

Try to praise the mutilated world.
Remember June’s long days,
and wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew.
The nettles that methodically overgrow
the abandoned homesteads of exiles.
You must praise the mutilated world.
You watched the stylish yachts and ships;
one of them had a long trip ahead of it,
while salty oblivion awaited others.
You’ve seen the refugees heading nowhere,
you’ve heard the executioners sing joyfully.
You should praise the mutilated world.
Remember the moments when we were together
in a white room and the curtain fluttered.
Return in thought to the concert where music flared.
You gathered acorns in the park in autumn
and leaves eddied over the earth’s scars.
Praise the mutilated world
and the grey feather a thrush lost,
and the gentle light that strays and vanishes
and returns.

To fight the darkness and remind you to look for the helpers, I also offer you this picture of a boy wearing a cape and chasing butterflies in a field.

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