If there’s a goddess for the modern age,
It’s got to be Persephone. Just think
How much of life you spend inside a cage
Of your own make; what wastes of pulp and ink
You trundle through. The torment of Greek hell
Is drudgery, as Sisyphus attests.
(You can be pretty sure they have Excel.)
And like Persephone, what we do best
Is counting down the days. O Goddess, hear
Our cry. Show how to ration out our need,
Break dullness into blocks that we can bear;
To crunch each day one pomegranate seed
And so extract some sweetness and some hope.
Spring’s daughter, exiles’ queen, teach us to cope.
5 comments:
Me, I detest working in Excel, but you, you can write sonnets about it. For no particular reason, other than its being Occasional, I recalled young Keats, "The House of Mourning written by Mr. Scott..." ending "All these are vile,—but viler Wordsworth's Sonnet / On Dover:—Dover!—who could write upon it?" (Complete Poems, ed. Garrod,OUP, 1956). The list of things he finds vile are just tossed off, though. All Keats is young, but this is very young. The word 'could' should be italics.
Excellent sonnet! What else can I say? It is perfect in every respect. Thanks for sharing!
Great poem ! From a simple intro to asking the reader profound questions to look at their own life and rhyming too !
The reference to Excel goes over my head though, as may Sisyphus to many.
That's a very good poem. I'm sure they use powerpoint in hell, too, and all the time.
What they said. Plus, I love the subtle rhythm.
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