A Sonnet for the Lost Boys : A Sonnet for Me
There are a thousand ways that lives are lost.
The Lost Boys of Sudan have known them all.
Parents, brothers, sisters, land; which loss most
Crowds the emptiness, and cries out and calls
Them homeward? How can I watch this then turn
To chronicling of small melancholy
In haikued verse? Should this knowing not burn
Away all artistry, all verse, holy
Longing for beauty even, caught in bursts
Of a shutter? I think the Boys would say
It is not so. Is it not dance and mirth
And songs about one’s home which make that day
Shine brightly, when we will all go back home
And praise each people’s beauty one by one.
I like your choice of rhyme. I’m also glad to hear people were moved by the film. I’m sad to have missed it.
Thanks, Heidi. It was very good. A plain telling of an important story with some incredible moments and some great insights into culture, African and American, as well as human nature.