While I’m in Montreal singing with the Montreal Chamber Orchestra, I’ll be reposting some classic Scintillations for your amusement. Enjoy!
Finally! A new poem. It doesn’t have a title.
Will you think to yourself, it was worth it –
all of it, all the death and lies and stupid things –
for one day of sunshine,
one line of beauty in a young man’s back?
Will you say, as death dances in front of your eyes,
I have felt and touched and cried,
been innocent and evil, wise and a fool,
and I am happy with what I have done?
It’s not really enough – no sunlit day can atone
for the horrors we multiply just by living;
but for the feeling of the sun on a dancing back,
I am willing to live through almost anything.