I was drawn towards this brilliant poem “An Old Story” by Poetry laureate Tracy Smith from her collection “Wade in Water” when I received the poster for the National Poetry Month 2019. The words in the poem bring so much hope and light so relevant to the desperate times that we all are in.
An Old Story
We were made to understand it would be
Terrible. Every small want, every niggling urge,
Every hate swollen to a kind of epic wind.
Livid, the land, and ravaged, like a rageful
Dream. The worst in us having taken over
And broken the rest utterly down.
A long age
Passed. When at last we knew how little
Would survive us—how little we had mended
Or built that was not now lost—something
Large and old awoke. And then our singing
Brought on a different manner of weather.
Then animals long believed gone crept down
From trees. We took new stock of one another.
We wept to be reminded of such color.