(via Rich Gorham)
On Friday evening, Louisiana-born, Pulitzer-Prize winning poet Yussef
Koumunyakaa wrote a poem in mourning after learning of the Sandy Hook
tragedy. He read it on NPR on Saturday afternoon.
Here is the link to the audio recording:
http://www.npr.org/2012/12/15/167346793/rock-me-mercy-a-poem-written-in-mourning
Rock Me, Mercy
(a poem written in mourning of the Sandy Hook tragedy, December 14, 2012)
By Yussef Komunyakaa (1947-)
The river stones are listening because we have something to say.
The trees lean closer today.
The singing in the electrical woods has gone down.
It looks like rain, because it is too warm to snow.
Guardian angels, wherever you're hiding,
we know you can't be everywhere at once.
Have you corralled all the pretty wild horses?
The memory of ants asleep and day lilies, roses, holly and larkspur?
The magpies gaze at us, still waiting.
River stones are listening.
But all we can say now is mercy, please rock me.
On Friday evening, Louisiana-born, Pulitzer-Prize winning poet Yussef
Koumunyakaa wrote a poem in mourning after learning of the Sandy Hook
tragedy. He read it on NPR on Saturday afternoon.
Here is the link to the audio recording:
http://www.npr.org/2012/12/15/167346793/rock-me-mercy-a-poem-written-in-mourning
Rock Me, Mercy
(a poem written in mourning of the Sandy Hook tragedy, December 14, 2012)
By Yussef Komunyakaa (1947-)
The river stones are listening because we have something to say.
The trees lean closer today.
The singing in the electrical woods has gone down.
It looks like rain, because it is too warm to snow.
Guardian angels, wherever you're hiding,
we know you can't be everywhere at once.
Have you corralled all the pretty wild horses?
The memory of ants asleep and day lilies, roses, holly and larkspur?
The magpies gaze at us, still waiting.
River stones are listening.
But all we can say now is mercy, please rock me.
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