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
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Salvatore Ala 
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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