forgive me if I remain ignorant
of the routes of silk, of spices
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This is a poem about the beauty and strength of great poems, music and literature to comfort the individual even in the midst of turmoil brought about by the mistakes of nations and historical periods. God has given us Song to console us in the midst of the Terrible and impossible to endure. To be a poet is a high, high calling.
I really like this poem, Mary, though I lost words to explain it, but really feel it. The first two lines kept me going to the last one, and to your annotation. Poems do console, particularly, poets' heart.