Keyed up as we are by the incessant din of causes, we have lost composure and the ability to think our own thoughts. With everyone consigned to one side or the other, we are confused and wooed by hate on one side and fear on the other. It becomes harder to know what is just or honest. Perhaps we need what normal children seem not to have lost--a faintly amused view of what is.It's as if Behn could see what America would be like in 2011--"confused and wooed by hate on one side and fear on the other." That's it in a nutshell. Just look at what's happening in Wisconsin.
Here's a poem by Behn called "Lost":
I shall remember chuffs the trainStop by The Small Nouns and catch up on the Poetry Friday goings-on in the blogosphere.
Almost too far away to be heard,
Chuffing into darkness descending,
Puffing into distance unending,
Into silence barely stirred.
The train bell rings across the night,
Deep under stillness rings the bell,
A lonely, silvery, faraway ringing
Deep in a starry wilderness, bringing
Sounds of a dripping winter well.
No voice was ever more lost or lonely
Than the engine's echoing call
Chuffing on and on and still
Puffing farther away until
There is no sound, no sound at all.
Oh boy...prescient indeed. I have heard Harry's name, but can't think where now. Do you think he wrote primarily for young readers or for adults?ReplyDelete
One happy effect of hanging out on Poetry Friday is that it makes me feel that poets and poetry do still have a presence in American life. Thanks for your contributions to that!
Hi Heidi! Behn wrote books primarily for children; he was a screenwriter for adults. One of his poems was made into a picture book illustrated by Greg Couch, Halloween, and is still available.ReplyDelete
Thanks for introducing me to Behn. I'm happy to meet him!ReplyDelete