On an April day.

Miss Emily

“In April” by 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.

April is National Poetry Month. Spring is upon us after a couple of weeks where it seemed promised but cold and rainy. I tell my students that one of the definitions of irony is that I railed against poetry in high school but now have started to see the value. I am making my plans again for Poem in Your Pocket Day and will even be mentioning it when I speak to the school board next week. Though I meet most of you on the internet rather than in person, I will be asking you to participate in Poem in Your (virtual) Pocket Day as well. So go ahead and start thinking about your favorite poem or song. Or, if not a favorite, something that has spoken to you this year. If you have a blog, plan on writing it up this month and we’ll be linking up at the end of the month on Poem in Your Pocket Day, which is April 29th. I will either figure out one of those linky things or (more likely) we will link up in the comments. Let’s share our favorite lines and verses with each other. (I have shared so many favorites already . . . I am going to have to dig around to find something.)

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