A poet can make beauty out of the ugliest things on earth.
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The German poet-philosopher who went by the name “Novalis” wrote, “Poetry heals the wound inflicted by reason.” A strikingly beautiful and profound observation.
But what would he say about those wounds that cannot be healed by anything? The fatal ones.
Predatory human beings have been inflicting fatal injuries on each other for hundreds of thousands of years, and now they — or shall I say, we? — are destroying the earth itself. And poetry cannot heal it.
But poetry can trap, with words, the rapacious acts in progress, as shown below by Gerald Jonas. Somehow, the beauty in that revelation offers solace. Maybe that’s because, if you can see this process in a clearer light, you realize you might be able to stop it
Jonas is a senior editor at WhoWhatWhy and a writer whose work has appeared in The New Yorker and The New York Times, as well as other journals large and small.
WhoWhatWhy Introduction written by Milicent Cranor.
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Evolving
Apex predator or prey, upright or four-footed
To blunt urgent need you ripped quick meat from bone
ransacked ripe swampland and flowerless forest
hid your unhatched young from alien thunder
before the epic fall
After daylight failed
emboldened by an absence, more agile appetites
found footing in the burial ash, obeyed new urgencies
to drive dumb clay toward ever more exacting needs:
irrepressible flights of song, vaster Edens to undo.
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