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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