These poems by Charles Reznikoff particularly struck me this evening:
New York: 1951 Seven Poems
Here is the last of the series, go read them all:
VII
Te Deum
Not because of victories
I sing,
having none,
but for the common sunshine,
the breeze,
the largess of the spring.
Not for victory
but for the day's work done
as well as I was able;
not for a seat upon the dais
but at the common table.
Thanks to Bishop Seraphim for the links to the poems.
