tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49039420157288836732011-04-21T19:41:55.851-04:00Hanno van der Bijlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08349444233500024773noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903942015728883673.post-43381165585352702042008-09-12T23:13:00.001-04:002008-09-12T23:13:56.197-04:00<p><a set="yes" linkindex="18" target="_blank" href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poet.html?id=1011" onclick="javascript:pageTracker._trackPageview('/outbound/article/www.poetryfoundation.org');">By Scott Cairns</a></p> <blockquote> <p>Your petitions—though they continue to bear<br />just the one signature—have been duly recorded.<br />Your anxieties—despite their constant,</p> <p>relatively narrow scope and inadvertent<br />entertainment value—nonetheless serve<br />to bring your person vividly to mind.</p> <p>Your repentance—all but obscured beneath<br />a burgeoning, yellow fog of frankly more<br />conspicuous resentment—is sufficient.</p> <p>Your intermittent concern for the sick,<br />the suffering, the needy poor is sometimes<br />recognizable to me, if not to them.</p> <p>Your angers, your zeal, your lipsmackingly<br />righteous indignation toward the many<br />whose habits and sympathies offend you—</p> <p>these must burn away before you’ll apprehend<br />how near I am, with what fervor I adore<br />precisely these, the several who rouse your passions.</p> </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4903942015728883673-4338116558535270204?l=hannovanderbijl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanno van der Bijlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08349444233500024773noreply@blogger.com1