By Eloise Klein Healy
for Sappho
Let my music be found wanting
in comparison
to yours (as it must)
let me be found loving
(as you were)
extravagantly the beautiful
let me find you
and the song (forever)
between us
in these terrible times
Notes:
The epigraph of this poem was originally omitted in the changeover to the new website. Because of this, reciting the epigraph is optional for the 2019-2020 Poetry Out Loud season.
Eloise Klein Healy, “The Lyric In A Time of War” from The Islands Project. Copyright © 2007 by Eloise Klein Healy. Reprinted by permission of Red Hen Press.
Source: The Islands Project (Red Hen Press, 2007)
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