Poem of the week: The Three Rs by Kelly Grovier - The Guardian
A consideration of changing worlds, personal and planetary, with appropriately shifting registers
The Three Rs
The world always begins
with a phrase – instinctive,
unthinking – an utterance
from which meaning
follows only gradually, if ever,
conjugating itself in water, heat,
and the reactions trigger
further reactions: the angle
of one’s heart, long divisions
of suffering. Somewhere,
a girl is holding a sign: the name
of a passenger whose train
will never arrive. Meanwhile
I am here, talking to you,
banging on about the effing
ineffable, never knowing
whether a stranger
in another world, waiting
on a platform, is ever going
to spell my name right.
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The Three Rs
The world always begins
with a phrase – instinctive,
unthinking – an utterance
from which meaning
follows only gradually, if ever,
conjugating itself in water, heat,
and the reactions trigger
further reactions: the angle
of one’s heart, long divisions
of suffering. Somewhere,
a girl is holding a sign: the name
of a passenger whose train
will never arrive. Meanwhile
I am here, talking to you,
banging on about the effing
ineffable, never knowing
whether a stranger
in another world, waiting
on a platform, is ever going
to spell my name right.
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