the word "wretched"
seems weird, to modern ears -
we do not see ourselves so.
"wretched"
no,
we don't look around
ourselves, raise our eyes to see:
the streets thronged with wretches,
wretching their wretched ways
through the wretched maze
of their wretched days.
oh amazing grace,
that saved a wretch like me
it used to be
that pretty much everybody was a wretch
or at least,
admitted to being wretched
we once have lost our wretchedness
but we need a new word
for what we've found
2 comments:
Today was a wretched day for me. Gah.
This might be my favorite poem, of all the poems you have written, ever.
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