вторник, апреля 18, 2006

Our upstate April

is cold and gray.
Nevertheless

yesterday I found
up in our old
woods on the littered

ground dogtooth violets
standing around
and blooming

wisely. And by the edge
of the Bo's road at the far
side of the meadow

where the limestone ledge
crops out our wild
cherry trees

were making a great fountain
of white gossamer.
Joe-Anne went

and snipped a few small boughs
and made a beautiful
arrangement

in the kitchen window
where I sit now
surrounded.

Hayden Carruth
"Springtime, 1998"
1998

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