Winter

 

The landscape of bread

Sleeps, sodden, rainbitten.

 

Under the waterfield

Memories of a leaf of flame.

 

Across the plain

A hard shadow on the dreaming wind.

 

Begin again at zero,

Crawl through the stone-hole,

 

Belly-down, and grovel

Into the earth’s dark eye.

 

Chew the bread of winter.

 

Karl Patten

from Touch: Poems

 

Commentary:  I would hope that this small poem speaks to our condition.  I mean, of course, the weather this winter, harsh and long, but also to the fact that we must face up to adverse situations and act, not merely accept them.  If one agrees, then I guess that this becomes an existential poem; we see what’s there and then do something about it, hard as that may be.

 

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