mjj (flemmings) wrote,
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"the distant Latin chanting of a train"

Read this poem first on incandescens lj. It goes with today.

Prayer

Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer
utters itself. So, a woman will lift
her head from the sieve of her hands and stare
at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift.

Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth
enters our hearts, that small familiar pain;
then a man will stand stock-still, hearing his youth
in the distant Latin chanting of a train.

Pray for us now. Grade I piano scales
console the lodger looking out across
a Midlands town. Then dusk, and someone calls
a child's name as though they named their loss.

Darkness outside. Inside, the radio's prayer -
Rockall. Malin. Dogger. Finisterre.

--Carol Ann Duffy
Found it at Poem of the Week, kind of a hodgepodge site whose owner doesn't delete the Taiwanese and Japanese spam he gets. Which um yes, I read, or tried to read.

But it has a poem by John Cleese!

Ode to Sean Hannity

Aping urbanity
Oozing with vanity
Plump as a manatee
Faking humanity
Journalistic calamity
Intellectual inanity
Fox Noise insanity
You’re a profanity
Hannity
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