In this poem, which describes a shameful memory,
Robert Clarke uses a haiku sequence. The reader might overlook the form
because in good poems the form is servant to the idea, providing it an
invisible framework. While not strictly haiku — there is no mention
of nature or the season — the small vignettes work well in telling a
poignant story.
Touring Lisboa, Elephant man sits begging. I pass by. Shameful.
His face haunts me still. Was I so poor? Not one cent. Dis-ease fouls my soul.
I sought him in vain. Euros aplenty to soothe me. Self-serving pity.
Had I but loved him, I seek his face in strangers, Yearning forgiveness.
— Robert Clarke
Robert Clarke is Interim Dean of the Cathedral Church
of St. Paul in Springfield.
This article appears in Oct 6-12, 2005.
