Love is Like Sounds
Late snow fell this early morning of spring.
At dawn I rose from bed, restless, and looked
Out of my window, to wonder if there the snow
Fell outside your bedroom, and you watching.
I played my game of solitaire. The cards
Came out the same the third time through the deck.
The game was stuck. I threw the cards together,
And watched the snow that could not do but fall.
Love is like sounds, whose last reverberations
Hang on the leaves of strange trees, on mountains
As distant as the curving of the earth,
Where the snow hangs still in the middle of the air.
Hey, did you know April is National Poetry Month? I usually post
quite a bit of poetry, anyway, but now I have a wonderful excuse to
really lay it on this month! I picked up a lovely book of poetry from
the library last week; White Apples and the Taste of Stone: Selected
Poems 1946-2006, by Donald Hall.
I love the powerful simplicity of his writing. And as an added surprise,
tucked in the back of the book, was an audio CD of Hall reading
selections from the book, himself! How cool is that? I felt like he was
right here in my easy chair having a cup of tea with me. (Boleslawiec
mug, of course!) I've included a charming video of one of his poetry
readings, below, if you're interested.
Donald Hall, 1928, considered one of the major American poets of
his generation, has published numerous books of poetry. He uses
simple, direct language to evoke surrealistic imagery. Hall was
appointed Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of
Congress, commonly known as the Poet Laureate of the United
States, in 2004, as well numerous awards. In addition to two
Guggenheim Fellowships, he received the Marshall/Nation Award,
the National Book Critics Circle Award, the Los Angeles Times
Book Award and the Lily Prize for Poetry.
Many of you had snow today, but just a slow, cold drizzle here.
Thankfully, my daffodils only got a nice shower.