Poem: The personal is poetical

Today a poem composed in the conviction that to save our culture we must diminish the role of the political in our lives.

The personal is poetical

The personal is poetical
And not a domain to be ruled

It shatters on contact with power
Slides away from shouts on streets

Seeks out soft silent shelters
Where in a parliament of shadows

Strange freedom speaks its mind.
Then in an unplanned shaft of light

The shattered self reassembles.
It rises in a spiral of words:

Not on the stone columns of Cicero;
Not by Antifa’s fists and fires;

But lifted in light circles out of hell
On the wings of a terrible angel.

By Jeff Rich

Jeff Rich writes poetry and many forms of prose - this blog, history, essays, fiction, briefings, even kind questioning tweets. His podcast - The Burning Archive - talks about all things history and culture from the unusual perspective of a very minor government official. He lives in Melbourne, Australia.

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