I wrote this in November, on a thread about what to call the war. It’s actually the second — the first was silly, and I am not minded to post silliness today.<\/p>\n
Before I’d name the war, I’d ask to know
\nWhat I was calling “in” and calling “out”,
\nAnd how this situation’s like to grow.
\nIt’s clarity we’ve been too long without.
\nNew York, Afghanistan, Madrid, Iraq,
\nGuantanamo and London, Bali too;
\nIran and North Korea, from the talk,
\nAnd then Peoria? and me? and you?
\nWe move in darkness, as it seems to me
\nNot of fear only, but the shades of lie
\nThat hide the places we become less free
\nAnd trumpet out the ways that we could die.
\nUntil we get so used to constant strife
\nThat we don’t call it war, but normal life.<\/p>\n
This sonnet quotes quite extensively from one of my favourite poems, Mending Wall<\/a>, by Robert Frost<\/a>. It was one of my attempts to recast another poem into sonnet meter and rhyme. Both the octave and the sestet start off with Frost quotes, like a touchstone:<\/p>\n Before I built a wall I’d ask to know and<\/p>\n He moves in darkness as it seems to me, I have always used Frost’s poem as a metaphor for the intellectual distinctions we make to parse the world, and the need to make those distinctions intelligently and thoughtfully. It is only now, writing this entry, that I realise that he wrote it in 1915, when the First World War was already underway. Though that conflict is far from his verse, I find this interesting.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I wrote this in November, on a thread about what to call the war. It’s actually the second — the first was silly, and I am not minded to post silliness today. Before I’d name the war, I’d ask to know What I was calling “in” and calling “out”, And how this situation’s like to … Continue reading What to Name the War?<\/span>
\nWhat I was walling in or walling out,
\nAnd to whom I was like to give offence.
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\nNot of woods only and the shade of trees.
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