For Want
Contributor’s Marginalia: Amy Beeder on “The Shepherd’s Song” by Jordan Windholz
Weeks after I asked George David Clark if I could respond to “The Shepherd’s Song,” I am still unable to really explicate it, which I’m sure will be good news for Jordan Windholz. I can say that I am still astonished by its power and economy: a four-line poem that uses a total of only twenty-two separate words.
The song reminds us, of course, of the nursery rhyme “for want of a nail, the shoe was lost” but instead of then offering a chain of causality, the poem abruptly drops the “I” and becomes what might be a brief meditation on transience and desire.
Where does the strange weight in “Song” come from? It sounds like a canticle, anaphoric and archaic; it recalls an old testament sacrifice, with the shepherd and the clipped, pitiless verbs: slay, cleave and spill.
I can’t say if the slaying is necessary or gratuitous (for warmth or white?) but the “trough” in the last line implies something that can never stay filled. We are insatiable, then: “for want…/for want…/for want…”