Wednesday, May 21, 2008

And Yet

And Yet

I have walked the broken surface
of your roads
and heard commerce rattling by
I have seen the raven
dodging Dodges and Kenworths
and Cadillacs for his meal

And I have dreamed

I have cried the sour tears
of your skies
and tasted the acid in the rain
I have seen the gleaming trout
gulping amid baggies and Bayliners
and bargeloads of hybrid bounty

And I have dreamed

I have listened to Sunday sermons
from pulpits
and heard your gods denied
I have seen the holy men
begging for crumbs from the table
and going unfed and crazy

And I have dreamed

I have known the laughter
of children
and seen them by the yellow busload
going to their lessons
and rehearsals and recruiters
and heard the laughing stop

And yet I dream


- Ralph Murre

from Crude Red Boat, Cross + Roads Press 2007

3 comments:

White Rose said...

Beautuful!!!

"I have listened to Sunday sermons
from pulpits
and heard your gods denied
I have seen the holy men
begging for crumbs from the table
and going unfed and crazy"

this really touched me. It is so true, I think you are one of the few who actually see the "holy men"

Ralph Murre said...

thanks, rose

the line between holiness and wholly nuts is faint and thin and all the interesting people seem to live very near that border, occasionally crossing for some of life's necessities

Nathan1313 said...

I like this a lot. It's got a sense of Whitman's wisdom in it..."I have heard the laughter of children..." The whole blog is a joy to look at and read. Thanks