I
know that the day’s temper will likely always affect the reading of these Dream
Songs—they’re so fragmented, sometimes they reflect what you bring to them like
shards of broken mirrors. But something graceful is surely shining out of this
one. Yes, we get hurt, and yes we stupidly strike out, and for sure we screw up
all the time (Henry), but despair needn’t be the only reaction to our failures,
and we needn’t loose “a pelican of lies.” We have not listened! The poem is a plea. And so: a
villanelle. Beginning with Dream Song 20’s ending. Same title. The final lines
tend toward an aphoristic pronouncement, which the iconic “Do Not Go Gentle
into That Good Night” villanelle, by Dylan Thomas, also does, and which the
villanelle form seems to lend itself to. So. This is for the Sisters of Charity,
whom this Dream Song has put me in mind of today:
The Secret of the Wisdom
We
hear the more that sin has increast
The
more grace has been caused to aboundWe circle together our passage in feast
With
daylight arising clear in the east
Struggle
is marked by broadcast soundWe hear the more that sin has increast
It
weighs on all, the great to the least
So
we work a commitment to gather aroundAnd circle together our passage in feast
Whether
through crying heart’s pain is decreased
We
trust at our table that grace is foundYet still hear the more that sin has increast
Believing
full well the wage of the beast
Grace
is to motion for lives on the groundCircling together our passage in feast
And
may a day come when trouble has ceased
The
more grace has been caused to aboundHearing no more that sin has increased
We’ll circle together our passage in feast
KZ
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