Market Poetry

After seeing today’s huge gains follow last week’s horrific losses, we are reminded of a little poem called “Evolution” by Father John Banister Tabb.

Out of the dusk a shadow,

Then, a spark;

Out of the cloud a silence,

Then, a lark;

Out of the heart a rapture,

Then, a pain;

Out of the dead, cold ashes,

Life again.

Editor’s note: we welcome your own verses. No experience necessary.