Sunday, April 3, 2016

Poetry Break: In April

Spring (M.A. Reilly, 2010)

In April

James Hearst

This I saw on an April day:
Warm rain spilt from a sun-lined cloud,
A sky-flung wave of gold at evening,
And a cock pheasant treading a dusty path
Shy and proud.

And this I found in an April field:
A new white calf in the sun at noon,
A flash of blue in a cool moss bank,
And tips of tulips promising flowers
To a blue-winged loon.

And this I tried to understand
As I scrubbed the rust from my brightening plow:
The movement of seed in furrowed earth,
And a blackbird whistling sweet and clear
From a green-sprayed bough.


  1. April in Maine
    by May Sarton

    The days are cold and brown,
    Brown fields, no sign of green,
    Brown twigs, not even swelling,
    And dirty snow in the woods.

    But as the dark flows in
    The tree frogs begin
    Their shrill sweet singing,
    And we lie on our beds
    Through the ecstatic night,
    Wide awake, cracked open.

    There will be no going back.

    1. I had not read this poem before. It is amazing. Thank you, Nelson for posting it. I love it. There is no going back, ever.