Startling Poetry: A Glass of Water

You know, it saddens me beyond belief how poetry has declined in this last century. Though some poets have transitioned to the music scene where they set their poems to music and delight us with both song and verse (Sara Barielles, Bruce Springsteen, Lauryn Hill etc.), those individuals (who can actually write thoughtful and evocative lyrics) are few and far between. These days, the vast majority of poetry seems to fall into one of two camps: dry and academic or Hallmark card canned sentiment. Now, there are some lyrical souls out there who are still pumping out amazing poetry that grabs you by the throat and chokes you with their emotive brilliance. But, again, those gifted souls are few and far between.

And so, I have decided to start posting post the audacious, storm-driven poems I come across. These will be my Startling Poetry Posts. I MIGHT slip in one or two of mine, but, honestly, I would feel pretty embarrassed putting up my poor verses next to some of these geniuses. Anyway, my first offering comes from my all-time favorite poetry anthology,  Staying Alive: Real Poems for Unreal Times. Utterly fantastic book. I suggest you get yourself a copy. Now. I’ll wait.

“A Glass of Water” by May Sarton

Here is a glass of water from my well.
It tastes of rock and root and earth and rain;
It is the best I have, my only spell,
And it is cold, and better than champagne.
Perhaps someone will pass this house one day
To drink, and be restored, and go his way,
Someone in dark confusion as I was
When I drank down cold water in a glass,
Drank a transparent health to keep me sane,
After the bitter mood had gone again.

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