Thursday, December 11, 2008

Poem of the Day: "Scars"

"Any wound is real" sold me on this poem, but I really like the way it plays with the idiom "written on all over your face."

William Stafford, "Scars"

They tell how it was, how time
came along, and how it happened
again and again. They tell
the slant life takes when it turns
and slashes your face as a friend.

Any wound is real. In church
a woman lets the sun find
her cheek, and we see the lesson:
there are years in that book; there are sorrows
a choir can't reach when they sing.

Rows of children lift their faces of promise,
places where the scars will be.

(via 3QD)

1 comment:

Laura said...

"there are sorrows
a choir can't reach when they sing."
Achingly beautiful.