Thursday, November 24, 2005
Thanksgiving (1917)
(For John Bunker)
The roar of the world is in my ears.
Thank God for the roar of the world!
Thank God for the mighty tide of fears
Against me always hurled!
Thank God for the bitter and ceaseless strife,
And the sting of His chastening rod!
Thank God for the stress and the pain of life,
And Oh, thank God for God!
-- Joyce Kilmer
I just love this poem. I can just hear him shouting it over the din of World War I. It seems to fit the tenor of our own times, too, no? Share your own favorite literary expression of thanksgiving.
--ER
The roar of the world is in my ears.
Thank God for the roar of the world!
Thank God for the mighty tide of fears
Against me always hurled!
Thank God for the bitter and ceaseless strife,
And the sting of His chastening rod!
Thank God for the stress and the pain of life,
And Oh, thank God for God!
-- Joyce Kilmer
I just love this poem. I can just hear him shouting it over the din of World War I. It seems to fit the tenor of our own times, too, no? Share your own favorite literary expression of thanksgiving.
--ER
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I wish I could remember the rest of this one. It's by Robinson Jeffers, and it's just called "Thanks". He spends the entire poem talking about how bad it all is, how bad it all is going to get, and saying thank you, the entire time. It finally rises to a crescendo, no matter how bad, he is still saying, "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you,"
"Dark though it is."
Maybe someone else can find that one for me: I gotta go mash some tubers.
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"Dark though it is."
Maybe someone else can find that one for me: I gotta go mash some tubers.
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