"How I Pray in the Plague" by Kwame Dawes

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February 18, 2021 

How I Pray in the Plague


Kwame Dawes

I was rehearsing the ecstasies of starvation
for what I had to do. And have not charity,
I found my pity, desperately researching
the origins of history, from reed-built communes
by sacred lakes, turning with the first sprocketed
water-driven wheels.

            —Derek Walcott

In these silences, the bubbles of hurt are indistinguishable from the terror
that lurks in the body—the phrase, “ecstasies of starvation” will have a music
that lures us to peace, but how do I stay with a tender heart of peace and calm
when I slow in my walk in the face of an old saying that has hidden its                          conundrum
of theology from me—perhaps not hidden, perhaps what I mean is before
I found my pity, my charity, my love, I could slip over the conundrums,
lead us not into temptation—that imperative that has no sensible answer,
for is this the way of a father, and what kind of father must be asked not to                tempt me?
And what of the mercy of temptation, and what of the lessons of temptation, 
and what of the diabolical cruelty of testing—you see why I slip over this 
with the muteness of the faith that must grow in increments of meaning?  
In these silences, the bubbles of anxiety, the hurt I cannot distinguish from                terror 
is my daily state, and you teach me to pray in this way, and in this way, you                 teach me 
the path of being led into terror.  I will say this and let it linger, and what I                  mean 
is that this is the way of poetry for me, for much of what I offer, I am sure of             nothing,
the knowing or the outworking, but the trust of its history of resolution—so              that. I will say, 
this is the origin of history, and by this, I mean this small conundrum: “Lead us        not, 
lead me not, lead them not, lead them not,” And what is this were it not the way 
we know the heavy hand of God—that to pray, “Lead them not into temptation”,
is a kind of mercy, and to say, “Lead us not”, is the penitence
      of a sinning nation 

desperate for the lifting of the curses of contagion and plague.
        The subtext is the finger 

pointed at the culprit.  So that what kind of father do I tell this to? 
       Might I have said,

“Neville, please, lead me not into temptation”, what would it mean
      to tell my old man 

not to lead me into temptation? Must that not be the same
      as a reprimand to my father, 

a judgment on his propensity to fail me? 
                                                   Do you want answers?  You have come to the wrong
place.  I am selfish with answers. I am hoarding all answers.  Go, instead,                     to the prophets 
and the preachers, the soothsayers and priests, go to the pundits                                  and the dream readers,
to the pontiffs and kings, to the presidents and mayors,
      to the brokers in answers.
       But me, 

I hoard the secrets of my calming beauty, and I walk this road,
       not as a maker of questions—

this would be a crude wickedness—but with the fabric of our uncertainty,
       a net stretched 

across the afternoon sky, this is beauty and in this I will trade
      until all music ends, and the air 

grows crisp as airless grace. They say that if you find honey in the stomach
      of the baobab tree, 

you must leave the better part for the spirit of the tree,
      and then share the remnant sweetness

with your neighbors. And what they say, among the reeds, what they say,
        in the arms of the trees, 

what they say in the shelter of the sky, that is enough for the days of terror
        and sorrow. Amen.

Copyright © 2021 by Kwame Dawes. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on February 18, 2021, by the Academy of American Poets.

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“‘How I Pray in the Plague’ is a meditation on the phrase attributed to Christ, ‘Lead us not into temptation.’ This meditation, as I suppose is true of most meditations, does not lead to answers or relief. In the plague, prayer, like poetry, is the honey I give back to the source of poetry or the impulse to prayer, and hopefully, the sweetness that I share with my neighbors.”
Kwame Dawes

Kwame Dawes is the author of several books of poetry and prose including Nebraska: Poems (University of Nebraska Press, 2019). The recipient of many honors including a Guggenheim Fellowship for Poetry and the Windham-Campbell Prize for Poetry, he is a Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets and a Chancellor’s Professor of English at the University of Nebraska.

Nebraska: Poems
(University of Nebraska Press, 2019)

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