11 Haziran 2019

For Every Bird There is a Stone Thrown at a Bird

Good Bones

Life is short, though I keep this from my children.
Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least
fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative
estimate, though I keep this from my children.
For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.
For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,
sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world
is at least half terrible, and for every kind
stranger, there is one who would break you,
though I keep this from my children. I am trying
to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,
walking you through a real shithole, chirps on
about good bones: This place could be beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful.

- Maggie Smith

Kitap: Good Bones, Tupelo Press, 2017

6 yorum:

  1. This terrible place could be beautiful.. yes we can make it beautiful.
    very nice poetry..

    1. Thank you Şahin. L liked the rhythm and expression of the poem.
      However, I lost my hope for the man kind or human being anymore.

  2. “Life is what you make it” :)))