When snow is shaken From the balsam trees And they're cut down And brought into our houses When clustered sparks Of many-colored fire Appear at night In ordinary windows We hear and sing The customary carols They bring us ragged miracles And hay and candles And flowering weeds of poetry That are loved all the more Because they are so common But there are carols That carry phrases Of the haunting music Of the other world A music wild and dangerous As a prophet's message Or the fresh truth of children Who though they come to us From our own bodies Are altogether new With their small limbs And birdlike voices They look at us With their clear eyes And ask the piercing questions God alone can answer.
From Living Things by Anne Porter, published by Zoland Books, an imprint of Steerforth Press of Hanover, New Hampshire. Copyright © 2006 by Anne Porter. All rights reserved.
Anne Porter was born on November 6, 1911. Her collections include Living Things: Collected Poems (Zoland Books, 2006), An Altogether Different Language: Poems 1934-1994 (Zoland Books, 1994) and The Birds of Passage (Groundwater Press, 1989). Porter died on October 10, 2011.
Date Published: 2006-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/noel