Thursday, May 18, 2006


I was going to post another TS Eliot, but decided, in light of my fieldtrip to Barnes & Noble, where I found this collection called POETS AGAINST THE WAR, to share this instead:

stones and bones

here is a country where old men
gather in the capital and
speak their language filled with
their syllables are chips of bone
they speak of lifting up a creed
while cold and still there under
their tongue is somebody else's child
or mine
bones and stones
our ears bleed
red white and blue

--Lucille Clifton


Dana said...

I love Clifton's writing, and this piece seems very appropriate to share right now.

liz elayne said...

thank you for sharing this timely piece...and introducing me to Clifton's writing...

Paul Bunyan said...

Here's my own poem/lyric for Poem Thursday although written on Sunday and kind of elemetary in comparison...

Hang upon the corporate cross and feel unyeilding greed.
Send to distant shores, our sons, implanted hatreds seed.
To manifest our destiny on freedom's path we'll tread
and line the streets with flowers, not but bodies of the dead.
Say not you, "Ignoble!"
From whence the freedom won.
Democrasy gave them their choice or freedumb or our gun.
The coffers of our commerce now
over floweth at the purse,
with the blood of dignity and of human worth.

slickdpdx said...

Bunyan kicked Lucille's flag burning butt!

pepektheassassin said...

Right on, Mr B...! Good show!

slickdpdx said...

A new one from one of your favorites (although he's not known for poesy, is he?)
An ode to immigrants.

by Ray Bradbury in the WSJ.