Pleasures and Praise and Plenty
If they’re denied, I on myself can live
—Annie Finch, Countess of Winchilsea, “On Myself”
Plenty I can do without, having dined with less.
If truth be told, a cast-off jacket suits me best.
Praise is harder to surrender, the sweet reply,
the world’s applause, but recognition is not I.
Most sore it is to be denied, most sorry be,
the morning sun that filters through the locust tree
and so is altered as it alters everywhere
the Baptist church, the balding head, the baby chair.