Quote & Poem 6/5/2017
- Sarah King
- May 6, 2017
- 1 min read
'A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.' Virginia Woolf
Quatrains for a Calling
Why are you here?
Who have you come for
and what would you gain?
Where is your fear?
Why are you here?
You’ve come so near,
or so it would seem;
you can see the grain
in the paper — that’s clear.
But why are you here
when you could be elsewhere,
earning a living
or actually learning?
Why should we care
why you’re here?
Is that a tear?
Yes, there’s pressure
behind the eyes —
and there are peers.
But why are you here?
At times it sears.
The pressure and shame
and the echoing pain.
What do you hear
now that you’re here?
The air’s so severe.
It calls for equipment,
which comes at a price.
And you’ve volunteered.
Why? Are you here?
What will you wear?
What will you do
if it turns out you’ve failed?
How will you fare?
Why are you here
when it could take years
to find out — what?
It’s all so slippery,
and may not cohere.
And yet, you’re here ...
Is it what you revere?
How deep does that go?
How do you know?
Do you think you’re a seer?
Is that why you’re here?
Do you have a good ear?
For praise or for verse?
Can you handle a curse?
Define persevere.
Why are you here?
It could be a career.
PETER COLE