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For One to Come

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For One to Come

By Eva Willes Wangsgaard

I try to catch on paper what I feel,
What makes me angry, sorry, or content:
Man’s ignorance too arrogant to kneel
To wise divinity for complement,
His courage and his love and sacrifice,
A hill in snow like moire in the wind,
Or newly green and damp from melting ice,
Or fragrant in the sun and blossom-pinned.
I vanish, leaving only what I wrote;
And one who follows stumbles on a page
Where my heart speaks to his and he will note
His own truth-seeking in an earlier age,
And shape from mine a lens to speed his own,
Strengthened to know he does not seek alone.

(1944)

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3 thoughts on “For One to Come”

  1. So often I am “the one to come,” and am so grateful for those minds and hearts who wrote something that lets me know they felt the same 50 or 100 or 200 or more years ago.

  3. I always get a little thrill when you publish one of my great-grandma Eva’s poems. 🙂 Thank you.

    I too am glad to know I do not seek alone.

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