By Desmond Kon
“It is a happy thing that there is no royal road to poetry.”
~ Gerard Manley Hopkins
No poet in this country cares for Hopkins,
a faraway poet said.
But for the sense of the utopian ideal
in his Heaven-Haven.
But for such an imagined good place--
was it also an epoch, some temporal state
of mind, the psychology of the moment? Then
emotion more like a fleeting feeling,
of more of the same.
Like holy love, heaven-sent.
On feast days, beyond holy days of obligation.
On Sundays, which are always feast days,
didn’t we know?
An accent on its significance, without ambiguity
like a renewal of vows, forcefulness.
Sacrosanctum Concilium, no. 106
Therein a gift of the Second Vatican Council:
“Hence the Lord's day is the original feast day.”
That was, is—will always be—poetry.
That statement of truth, reclaimed like an eternal ictus.
A fit of awakened memory, seizure, hint,
and always, expressed intimation
Then, flight, as I said once,
Then, church bells, once
and for all.
DESMOND Francis Xavier KON Zhicheng-Mingdé is the author of an epistolary novel, a quasi-memoir, two lyric essay monographs, four hybrid works, nine poetry collections and a creative guided journal. The former journalist has edited over 25 books and co-produced three audio books, several pro bono for non-profit organisations. Desmond is Senior Lecturer of Creative Writing and Publishing at Nanyang Technological University. He can be found at desmondkon.com.