SETTING AFLAME THE WORLD
You can do anything in poetry you want to.
-Robert Frost in Their Ancient Glittering Eyes: Remembering Poets and More Poets, Donald Hall, Tichnor and Fields, N Y, 1992, p.40.
A writer holds his reader by his temperament. -Ford Maddox Ford in Alan Judd, Ford Maddox Ford, Collins, 1990, p.4.
To unite or not to unite: that is the question.
In this intricately complex world
of those endless slings and arrows
what will be our source of order?
And when we die will there be a dream
beyond that hole where we speak no more,
beyond this mortal coil? And what of dreams
in these multifarious states? What of visions?
The native hue of will and resolution is fatigued
with pale thought and action�s name is sullied
by the poisonous winds of greed.
Will our universe be darkened
with the dust of death forever?
Will these desolate lands
see no rain of grace?
Will they grow green again?
So few are the champions
to kindle these veins
and set aflame the world,
but it will be done; it will be done.
Ron Price
5 October 1995
