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Directions

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Sometimes I get out my book of Good Poems selected by Garrison Keillor. I think I know this book inside and out, yet I always find something new.

Today’s post is for those who suffer an anguished present in the Time of Corona.

Directions

Joseph Stroud

How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world

Take a plane to London.
From King’s Cross take the direct train to York.
Rent a car and drive across the vale to Ripon,
then into the dales toward the valley of the Nidd,
a narrow road with high stone walls on each side,
and soon you’ll be on the moors. There’s a pub,
The Drovers, where it’s warm inside, a tiny room,
you can stand at the counter and drink a pint of Old Peculiar.
For a moment everything will be all right. You’re back
at a beginning. Soon you’ll walk into Yorkshire country,
into dells, farms, into blackberry and cloud country.
You’ll walk for hours. You’ll walk the freshness
back into your life. This is true. You can do this.
Even now, sitting at your desk, worrying, troubled,
you can gaze across Middlesmoor to Ramsgill,
the copses, the abbeys of slanting light, the fells,
you can look down on that figure walking toward Scar House,
cheeks flushed, curlews rising in front of him, walking,
making his way, working his life, step by step, into grace.

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Looking back can sometimes help you look forward?

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Thank you friend

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Quite possibly the most beautiful expression of anguish in 20th century art…

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