Sunday, April 22, 2012

Still Depends



                
So much depends,
Williams wrote,

on a red wheelbarrow

glazed by rainwater.



I hasten to add
that not every member


of the society from
which he composed


those lines has traded

in the wheelbarrow


 
for a combined harvester.
Some of us purport


still to read on paper
and write with ink. 


A rare animal, Man,

nostalgic and sweet




while the planet
burns under his foot,



although the print

would be lighter


if we give up paper
and make poems


in memory like
the old bards whose


prodigious refrains

are getting lost



in characters
touched on the I-pad.

                        Indran Amirthanayagam, April 20, 2012

1 comment:

Jazz said...

Tinta y papel.