Ode to Tim Russert
There’s a hole in the world where a good man stood
And a vacuum in his place
Where the wind of sorrow rushes in
O’er the shadow of his face
Left in the wake of his wit and verve
The waters yet are rippled
Now the footprints of a giant to fill
With a loss that leaves us crippled
So who will raise the standard here
Where he fell and left it lying?
We have dear occasion now to rest
And think on our lives, crying.
And a vacuum in his place
Where the wind of sorrow rushes in
O’er the shadow of his face
Left in the wake of his wit and verve
The waters yet are rippled
Now the footprints of a giant to fill
With a loss that leaves us crippled
So who will raise the standard here
Where he fell and left it lying?
We have dear occasion now to rest
And think on our lives, crying.
posted by Jackie | 1:18 AM
1 Comments:
the first stanza's imagery is very rich in its bankruptcy, great, great . . . ."left in the wake of his wit and verve" is great semantically and phonologically. Then, the last stanza sobers up, without explicit imagery, and again gives that sense of self-reflection as the prior Tim Russert elegy. It is nice to see the rhyme, I didnt notice it till afterward but it explained why it felt clean reading it.
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