If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
now you understand.
For this, for everything, we are out of tune
alone, as if enduring to the end.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
there midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken,
secure, with only two moons listening,
it ought to make you proud.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
the wayside blue and innocent heal-all.
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
and yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise,
and I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow.
It’s in the reach of my arms
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
And never breathe a word about your loss.
Six women selected lines from other poems to make this poem. The poems we could use to select our lines were:
Design – Robert Frost
Do not go gentle into that good night – Dylan Thomas
The World is too much with us – William Wordsworth
Mr. Flood’s Party – Edwin Arlington Robinson
If – Rudyard Kipling
If I can stop – Emily Dickinson
The Lake Isle of Innisfree – Y.B. Yeats
Phenomenal woman – Maya Angelou
The Fury of Rainstorms – Ann Sexton
Thank you Lori, Paula, Barbara, Ramona, and Jennifer