Yeats Inspired Poem By Margaret Atwood
To celebrate the life and work of WB Yeats, Ireland’s best known artists and performers were told to respond to the poet’s work. Yes poetry lovers, I have you in mind as I cull this poem.
The poem by Margaret Atwood
Because We Love Bare Hills And Stunted Trees
by Margaret Atwood
Because we love bare hills and stunted trees
we head north when we can,
past taiga, tundra, rocky shoreline, ice.
Where does it come from, this sparse taste.
of ours? How long
did we roam this hardscape, learning by heart
all that we use ti know
turn skin fur side in,
partner with wolves. eat fat, hate waste,
carve spirit, respect the snow,
build and guard flame?
Everything once had a soul,
even this clam, this pebble.
Each had a secret name.
Everything was real,
but didn’t always love you.
You needed to take care.
We long to go back there,
or so we like to feel
when it’s not too cold.
We long to pay that much attention.
But we’ve lost the knack;
also there’s other music.
All we hear in the wind’s plainsong
is the wind.
Culled from The Irish Times