Sometimes things don’t go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don’t fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man; decide they care
enough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.

– Sheenagh Pugh


Tend the Garden

At no small risk of committing politics-out-of-place, I thought I might post this — The Senator-elect from Arkansas wrote this piece a few years back. I am certain that Bloom is wrong about love. It does not ‘take care of itself.‘ Love is a garden that requires vigilant care both in and out of season. For as long as it is given proper care it will continue to produce fruits. Ignored, it will be overrun by the weeds of entropy.

“love suggests something wonderful, exciting, positive, and firmly seated in the passions. A relationship is gray, amorphous, suggestive of a project, without a given content and tentative. You work at a relationship, whereas love takes care of itself.” ~Allan Bloom