“Like a river flowing”
“Christine Smart’s poems perform acts of clear-eyed unsentimental recollection and fierce longing, and move with an earthy music that is all their own. The reader is left with a sense of the sharp, bittersweet tang of the authentic.”
Don McKay
CRYING OUT
"in the raw wind of the new world"
Louise Glück
I’m rubbed raw with news, stats, death,
rubbed raw with conspiracy.
What’s worse? Despair, yours
and mine, a futile war.
Is there potential for a new world?
In the raw wind something harsh
brews a sense of doom,
the notion of bigger better
progress undone.
How can we have a new world?
Will sunflowers bloom again in Ukraine?
Without a voice, is there anything
to say?
How can we make it
new?