Over at Good Letters, Peggy Rosenthal looks at the poetry of Brazilian poet Adelia Prado:
I would like to feel, with Prado, that everything — yes everything — is beautiful, is holy, because it is God’s creation. Oh, I say I believe this, and I do believe it. But do I truly live it?
I whine when the weather is chilly and grey day after day.
I mash ants to death on my kitchen counter instead of listening to them.
I walk to the other side of the street when I see coming a neighbor who bores me. (Oh, dear. Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.)