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The Uses of Poetry
Ammar, ten, is thankful
for The Collected Poems of William Carlos Williams
whose two volumes (Carcanet, 2010)
kept him warm all last night.
They were precious indeed,
under the clear sky of the Kurdistan highlands.
Where his father is he has no idea.
Tomorrow night he will also be warm,
for he has hidden
The Cantos of Ezra Pound (New Directions, 1996)
stained with recent tears,
beneath the largest boulder
at the back of his makeshift shelter.
His father may still be fighting in Aleppo.
Yesterday someone stole his paperback
Norton Anthology of Modern and Contemporary Poetry
(2003, Editors — Ramazani, Ellmann and O’Clair)
and losing those 1596 poems
has made him nervous, untrusting.
He’s not sure which side his father’s on.
To assure him my motives are sincere
I give him my
Emily Dickinson Collected Poems (Courage, 1991)
promise to return soon with a week’s supply,
pages thick and dry,
but so much depends
liberal arts education cash flow.
I leave, go west to raid the libraries,
fill my suitcase with heavy life-giving tomes;
but your slim volumes of free verse are safe,
the initial flame promises much
but soon there’s nothing but black cinders
to clog rough fireplaces
in every refugee camp and forgotten village
in anguished worlds afar.
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