How do you think about a poem
when over a hundred little girls
have just been killed in an air raid
how can one say a butterfly
is not a demon born of fire
how can you say flowers
are not noxious faces in the dark
a poem nothing but intangible ego
or that the human race
is nothing but a monstrous face
like a coin without value
I’ve pondered this before
but today it’s crushing me
Hi Sal, This is the classic conundrum you are asking, Sal. There are no answers to this question, or there are twenty. Love, Sharon. ________________________________
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Yes, Paul Celan. How is poetry possible after the Holocaust? Rilke asked a similar question.
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