03/15/2011

He who worships the wind
must make a sacrament of hairspray.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hopkins celebrates his relationship with a higher power who “lays a lionlimb against [him].” Charles Wright tells us he “want[s] to be bruised by God.” This poem, I think, admits that too often I want nothing of the sort. It seems I’m often willing to look ridiculous in an attempt to shield myself from the very thing I worship.

BIO:

George David Clark's poems have appeared most recently in The Journal, Smartish Pace, and Shenandoah, and have been reprinted online at Verse Daily and Poetry Daily. He lives in Lubbock, TX with his wife and son.
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