First, a quote from her, gleaned from her bio at Poets. org. When asked why poetry matters, Ponsot replied:
"There's a primitive need for language that works as an instrument of discovery and relief, that can make rich the cold places of our inner worlds with the memorable tunes and dreams poems hold for us."
And now, a poem to make rich the cold places of our inner worlds...
One Is One
by Marie Ponsot
Heart, you bully, you punk, I'm wrecked, I'm shocked
stiff. You? you still try to rule the world---though
I've got you: identified, starving, locked
in a cage you will not leave alive, no
matter how you hate it, pound its walls,
& thrill its corridors with messages.
Brute. Spy. I trusted you. Now you reel & brawl
in your cell but I'm deaf to your rages,
The rest is here.
Poetry Friday is hosted today by Mary Ann at Great Kid Books.