A Poem For Sunday

Dec 9 2012 @ 6:47pm

Snow

“Karma” by Edwin Arlington Robinson:

Christmas was in the air and all was well
With him, but for a few confusing flaws
In divers of God’s images. Because
A friend of his would neither buy nor sell,
Was he to answer for the axe that fell?
He pondered; and the reason for it was,
Partly, a slowly freezing Santa Claus
Upon the corner, with his beard and bell.

Acknowledging an improvident surprise,
He magnified a fancy that he wished
The friend whom he had wrecked were here again.
Not sure of that, he found a compromise;
And from the fullness of  his heart he fished
A dime for Jesus who had died for men.

(From Dionysus in Doubt: Poems by Edwin Arlington Robinson. New York, Macmillan, 1925. Photo by Flickr user JoshSemans)