Reading at Dawn, Pondering the World’s Evil by Yongbo Ma
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Reading at Dawn, Pondering the World’s Evil
The room remains cold—no crackling stove,
no hum of hot water cycling through pipes
to drown Augustine’s ancient admonition:
Evil is the misuse of free will.
I mutter: Insomnia is not my choice.
I sleep in my abyss; the abyss stays awake.
Then Leibniz flares into view,
his head emerging sharp from atoms,
declaring divine order governs the world.
Evil, he claims, is but a partial view—
a fragment of the good, unfinished.
As he finishes, my son turns away,
dodging the lamp’s rude fingers like a fish.
Yet from the dark universe before dawn,
my window, the size of a skull,
casts rough, warm grains of light for early walkers.
Gloomy Berdyaev speaks from the wilderness,
surrounded by stones, sheep, and snowflakes:
Evil’s essence is the inversion of orders—
a cartoon of being, elevating the low,
as frost layered over snow,
as poetry placed above life,
as me, confusing night and day, reading, and vanishing.
So I close the book,
outside, a winter is fading.
© Yongbo Ma
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Yongbo Ma |
Enjoyed reading this poem, hope to see more poems by this author
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem. Thanks, Barbara for sharing.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed reading this poem, Barbara. It's clever. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteSmitha V
Fantastic writing, Yongbo!
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