Poem June 29, 1963 Issue

SONG FOR SELF-PITY

Daisy Stieber Squadra

So , did injustice strike? Then let me sing
one hymn, a hundred hymns, until the sting
of its hornet-thrust dissolves, passed
from thought like frost from midday meadow grass.

Let me sing hymns until my healed heart knows
how fleet despair's dark dream, how hatred's snows
fail to block one crocus, come love's spring—
blitzkrieged faith replies by blossoming!

Daisy Stieber Squadra

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