Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.
Robert Kennedy, South Africa 1966.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

These Are A Part of Me

Something about brethren -
  A poem by Doris Peel

Once people spoke
quite commonly, we are told,
not only - as now -
of a Pride of Lions
but also
of an Ostentation of Peacocks
a Murmuration of Starlings
a Charm of Finches
And loveliest of all
(to match what they are)
an Exaltation of Larks

Only for men --
men who so marvelously
have found a name
for all they behold
here on earth
there has been as yet
no consummate word
no elated consensus
singing itself

Presumably we are waiting
Still waiting to hear
Sweet syllabled
come clear.

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