"The Shack"
Photo by J. Harrington
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April, and thus National Poetry Month, are almost past. Our visit to Aldo Leopold's Shack offered us the first view of Spring's ephemeral wildflowers we've had this year. Next month we'll check some places we've discovered for other opportunities. For now, we'll just enjoy having visited a shrine that's being well preserved and listen for more of Spring's song.
bloodroot amidst daylilies(?), North side of "The Shack"
Photo by J. Harrington
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New Song
After William IX, Duke of Aquitaine
As sweetness flows through these new days,the woods leaf out, and songbirds phrasein neumes of roosted melodyincipits to a new song.Then love should find lubricityand quicken, having slept so long.The bloodroot blossoms, well and good,but I receive no word that wouldset my troubled heart at ease,nor could we turn our faces towardthe sun, and open by degrees,unless we reach a clear accord.And so our love goes, night and day:it’s like the thorny hawthorn spraythat whips about in a bitter windfrom dusk to dawn, shellacked with sleet,until the sun’s first rays ascendthrough leaves and branches, spreading heat.I have in mind one April morningwhen she relented without warning,relenting from her cold rebuffin laughter, peals of happiness.Sweet Christ, let me live long enoughto get my hands beneath her dress!I hate the elevated talkthat disregards both root and stalkand sets insipid pride abovevicissitudes of lust and strife.Let others claim a higher love:we’ve got the bread, we’ve got the knife.
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