For a variety of reasons I have not really gotten into the Christmas spirit.Â What better way to do so then poetry?Â In case you are in the same boat, I thought I would offer some.Â By way of New Directions Publishing comes this Christmas poem:
I Have Lighted the Candles, Mary
I have lighted the candles, Maryâ€¦
How softly breathes your little Son
My wife has spread the table
With our best cloth. There are apples,
Bright as red clocks, upon the mantel.
The snow is a weary face at the window.
How sweetly does He sleep
â€œInto this bitter world, O Terrible Huntsman!â€
I say, and she takes my handâ€”â€œHush,
You will wake Him.â€
Â© 1942 Kenneth Patchen