Sometimes – Sheenagh Pugh.  A poem she didn’t much like herself. Sometimes things go THAT WAY. Subverted to (something which Pugh doesn’t appreciate either):

Sometimes things don’t go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don’t fail,
sometimes a woman aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest woman, decide they care
enough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor.
Some women become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss, sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of snow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.

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The original, including the typo “sorrow” instead of what Sheenagh Pugh meant to write: “snow” in reference to cocaine. The poet wrote this for a friend coming off of cocaine.

Also fun: she lived in Wales for many lives and now moved to the Shetland Islands! Where my friend Anna Cleminson hails from. Good islands.

Sometimes – Sheenagh Pugh

Sometimes things don’t go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don’t fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss, sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.

From: Poems on the Underground, edited by Chernaik, Herbert and Benson.
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