I said I would write one poem per month, each poem named for the month in which it was written. [Here's January and February.] Every poem so far has been about birds. A theme of mine, I suppose. Faithful reader Nancy reminded me that this one was nearly due. Here you go!
March 2010
What's all this hubbub from on high?
This skyward squawking? These
streaming v's
of long-necked messengers
high-hurrying
north?
I think they spell desire
in their cloudy wind-disheveled script.
I think
they do not understand despair.
What question do they ask and answer
in their fleeting speech?
"Look! Do you not see it?
Even now it springs up!"
5 comments:
cool.
hey i finally got along to looking up mary oliver, got 3 of her books from the library. thanks for the suggestion, she is great.
...and being around a friend with a type-writer has somehow made me more inspired to write poetry lately.
Yeah, typewriters help you sense the shape of the poem on the page. Oliver gives her poems wonderful shapes that seem just right.
i like the
hubbub
squawking
which so much describes the sound and makes me grin.
actually...
i love the whole thing.
Thanks, Nancy. And thanks for the nudge!
Oh, I just love spring. And I love your capture of it. Well done. :)
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