Let them not say: we did not see it.
Let them not say: we did not hear it.
Let them not say: they did not taste it.
We ate, we trembled.
Let them not say: it was not spoken, not written.
we witnessed with voices and hands.
Let them not say: they did nothing.
We did not-enough.
Let them say, as they must say something:
A kerosene beauty.
Let them say we warmed ourselves by it,
read by its light, praised,
and it burned.
Friday, January 20, 2017
Salon: A poem for Donald Trump’s America: “Let them not say we did not see it. We saw” - Acclaimed poet Jane Hirshfield offers some words on "a day worth remembering the fate of our shared planet" by Jane Hirshfield