Wednesday, February 10, 2010
"For all those who suffer, not in the flesh"
This being a time confused and with few clear stars,
Either private ones or public,
Out of its darkness I make a litany
For the lost, for the half-lost, for the desperate,
For all those who suffer, not in the flesh,
I will say their name, but not yet.
From "Minor Litany" by Stephen Vincent Benét. Complete poem is here.
Patience, Sebald Beham (1500-50)