Song of Divorce
The Song of Divorce
By Joseph Stroud
Bitter the warmth of sunlight, and bitter the taste of apple,
The song and the stars and wheat fields, bitter the memory,
moonlight, the shine of the lake's surface in morning
like a sheen of pearl, bitter the hummingbird's throat
and gold pollen, all poems and their music,
harp wood and sandalwood, bitter, silk sheets, fire, the marriage.
wow. this poem could not be better. It seems like he wrote this poem literally during a moment of extreme misery and he had to force himself to put pen to paper just to get it out as quick as possible because thinking about poetry was so bitter to him. he couldn't even think in whole sentences--he just had strength enough for quick flashes of memories one after the other. Also, this is so true--if you are really feeling miserable--the thought of poetry or music or food or art is just disgusting to you. 
