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Poetry of Sorrow and Hope

David Krieger’s new book of poems―Wake Up!―shows us that poetry engaged with world affairs can be very powerful.

In a brief introduction to the book, Krieger―the president of the Nuclear Age Peace Foundation and the author of several previous volumes of poetry―remarks that people who write poetry after Auschwitz, as well as after Hiroshima, Nagasaki, wars, and threats of universal death, must not only “confront the ugliness of human brutality,” but “express the heart’s longing for peace and reveal its grief at our loss of decency.” He adds: “They must uncover the truth of who we are . . . and who we could become.” In this slender volume, Krieger succeeds brilliantly at this task.

In short, accessible, and moving poems, Krieger ranges over a variety of issues. Prominent among them are the forgotten crimes of war (described in “Little Changes”):

Our brave young soldiers

shot babies at My Lai―

few remember. . . .

 

From My Lai

to Abu Ghraib―

the terrible silence.

In “Among the Ashes” and elsewhere, Krieger also focuses on the atrocity of nuclear war:

Among the ashes

of Hiroshima

were crisply charred bodies.

 

In one of the charred bodies

a daughter recognized

the gold tooth of her mother.

 

As the girl reached out

to touch the burnt body

her mother crumbled to ashes.

 

Her mother, so vivid

in the girl’s memory, sifted

through her hands, floated away.

As might be expected, the officials of the major war-making powers do not inspire Krieger’s admiration. In a poem about George W. Bush (“Staying the Course”), he writes:

The race has been run

and he lost.

 

Yet, he swaggers

around the track as though

it were a victory lap.

 

It is hard not to think:

How pathetic is power.

By contrast, there are numerous poems in Wake Up! that celebrate the humane values of Albert Einstein, Jesse Jackson, and other individuals further from the levers of global power. In a beautiful tribute to Nelson Mandela (“Madiba”), Krieger asks: “How does one earn the world’s respect?” And he answers: “He showed us with his life.” There are even elegant poems (such as “We Walked Together”) calling attention to the beauty of life and love:

 

In fog we walked along an empty beach,

above the water’s edge, and looking back

along the shore, we saw our footprints

in the sand, like a patterned prayer.

 

We are here upon this rare Earth but once, we mused.

Conscious of our brief light within the fog

and the brevity of being, we breathed deep our bounty

and the ocean air, each taking our full share.

 

In eternity’s long stretch of time,

behind us and ahead, we retraced our steps and

marveled that we should meet at all, let alone

here and now, in a place so fine and fair.

 

Sometimes there is a surprise lurking in wait, as befits a poem (“Reflecting on You”) produced by a writer who stubbornly refuses to ignore reality:

Your soul, fully alive, has no sadness

from morning to night.

 

It is light and playful,

the soul of an innocent child.

 

Your soul is a hatchling, chirping

with joy, needing to be fed.

 

You are one of the fortunate ones,

never imagining what it means

to be lonely or frightened,

 

to be awakened in the night

and taken by the Gestapo.

Infusing the book is an element of brooding tragedy―of beauty corrupted, of potential unrealized. This element is captured in Krieger’s poem, “Archeology of War”:

The years of war numb us, grind us

down as they pile up one upon the other

forming a burial mound not only

for the fallen soldiers and innocents

who were killed, but for the parts of us,

once decent and bright with hope,

now deflated by the steady fall of death

and sting of empty promises.

And yet there remains a measure of hope, a belief that people can rise to the occasion. At least implicitly, that’s what comes through in “Wake Up!”―a poem about the danger of nuclear war that gives the book its title:

The alarm is sounding.

Can you hear it? . . .

 

Wake up!

Now, before the feathered arrow

is placed into the bow.

 

Now before the string

of the bow is pulled taut,

the arrow poised for flight.

 

Now, before the arrow is let loose,

before it flies across oceans

and continents.

 

Now, before we are engulfed in flames,

while there is still time, while we still can,

Wake up!

Of course, Krieger is hardly unique among Americans in writing poems deploring war and violence. Such poets range from John Greenleaf Whitter, James Russell Lowell, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Stephen Crane, and Vachel Lindsay centuries ago to e.e. cummings, Robinson Jeffers, Kenneth Patchen, Robert Lowell, Barbara Deming, Paul Goodman, Denise Levertov, and Marge Piercy in more recent times.

Perhaps it takes poetry to move us beyond the chilling, day-to-day news bombarding us about ongoing wars and preparations for nuclear annihilation into a realm where we can truly confront the sadness of a world that, despite its enormous knowledge and resources, persists in organizing and engaging in mass slaughter. Perhaps poetry can also give us a fuller appreciation of life’s beauty, as well as the will to create a better future.

Lawrence Wittner  is Professor of History emeritus at SUNY/Albany.  His latest book is a satirical novel about university corporatization and rebellion, What’s Going On at UAardvark?

 

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Dr. Lawrence Wittner is Professor of History emeritus at SUNY/Albany and the author of Confronting the Bomb (Stanford University Press.)

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