Morning News, November 9, 2016
It is, it is, it is
very dumb to be happy
sang the bees in a poem of hers
as if verse could buzz away
a world catastrophe,
as if History were anything
but a tsunami,
as if Time, which doesn’t flinch
in its awful march,
would bend to let her spend
another minute of dumb happiness
with her lover and her friends.
Sarah White, since retiring from college French teaching, has studied art and published four collections of poetry and has a fifth, “to one who bends my time,” forthcoming from Deerbrook Editions.