Verse
Porter, Anne
Anne Porter La Bella Notizid We're at the winter solstice With its long nights Wars are still not over Weapons arc heaped on weapons Terror is hoarded like grain Those who have no houses Arc...
...I'll try to catch up with the shepherds As they go out searching For that holy Child Who's offering us his peace Who out of love for us Has chosen to be born Of a young poor woman In a cattle-shed...
...But this December night Is like no other night Angels blaze in the pasture And all the sheep are kneeling The brambles have thrown open Their sweet-smelling flowers While somewhere back in the hills All the cocks are crowing And there are brooks of torchlight Streaming down the hillside Where the shepherds are...
...Anne Porter La Bella Notizid We're at the winter solstice With its long nights Wars are still not over Weapons arc heaped on weapons Terror is hoarded like grain Those who have no houses Arc sleeping out on the street Scorched by the burning cold And children are learning to starve Before they learn to speak...
...Swaddled in strips Of a torn shirt Just as the angel told us He shines in the dark vallev...
Vol. 114 • December 1987 • No. 22
