early Spring: day lilies emerge
Photo by J. Harrington
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The Better Half now reports that the day lily patch next to the burr oak out by the road is several inches high. Later this afternoon the sun is supposed to return. That's when I'll go take a look at the pocket gopher trap and then see for myself how the day lilies are doing. I'm hoping some sunshine will help me shake the feeling that we're living in the midst of Yeats' The Second Coming.
As I hope you're aware, April is National Poetry Month. The Academy of American Poets (of which I'm a member) has asked "readers to share a poem that helps to find courage, solace, and actionable energy, and a few words about how or why it does so." Some of those poems can be found here. Others are on Twitter, Facebook or Instagram with the hashtag #ShelterInPoems.
Locally, there'll be an online reading by area poets at 7:00 pm on Saturday, April 18.
April is also, as we've mentioned recently, a time of seasonal high water. For that reason, we are delighted to see one of our favorite poems is in the #ShelterInPoems listing from an Anita P., of our home town of Boston.
I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy
bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
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