Sometimes…

Not one of my own poems this time, but a favourite:

Sometimes things don’t go at all,
from bad to worse. Some years muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives;the crops don’t fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man; decide they care
enough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.

Sheena Pugh (b.1950)

 

This poem has been knocking at the back of my mind for a while. And thanks to google, I managed to fetch it out – and having found it and felt consoled (if a little weepily!), I wanted to share it with all my patient readers out there. May it happen for you, indeed.

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2 responses to “Sometimes…

  1. That is a wonderful poem. It is a real joy to read something with such elegant simplicity and heartlifting truth. Thanyou.

  2. I found the poem ” Sometimes ….” one day when I visited the British Museum and the Expo in Living and Dying in Gallery 24! It has become one of my favourites. I am a new comer to poetry but have taken to writing these past few years having enjoyed a fascinating and, hope, productive life tramping the World.
    Just thought I would write to you ……. !

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