AN EXPERIMENT IN SYNTAX: THE NEGATIVE INVERSION
Despair (by Mariah Dunn)
Despair is the ghost of a cinder block
That capsizes in the black hole
And screeches chaos with words
And always stops perpetually
The sourest in the vacuum is ignored
And the strong must bring peace
That couldn’t praise the enormous bull
That wouldn’t keep a minority cold
You haven’t seen it in the warmest space
Or in the smallest land
Yet, always in the center
It desired a world of you
Hope (by Emily Dickinson)
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
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