Thursday, April 27, 2017

Poetry Friday: James Hearst


An Atticus pick this week, and a lovely one:

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,
....
(Read the whole poem here, at Poets.org.)

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The Poetry Friday round up is at Teaching Authors.

8 comments:

Linda said...

This poem is new to me. I'm so glad I stopped by and read it. Thank you

Jane @ Raincity Librarian said...

A new poem for me, as well, from a new-to-me poet. Thank you for sharing this slice of spring!

Linda B said...

Beautiful, Karen. I'm glad you've shared it here on this almost end of this lovely month. Thanks!

Kay said...

Thank you for sharing a new poem to me. It is a breath of spring air.

Brenda at FriendlyFairyTales said...

We are still trying to understand the "movement of seed in furrowed earth" even though most of us no longer scrub rust off the plow. The well-spring of our life is there, in the tiny movements. Great poem.

Ruth said...

Yes, it is lovely! Thank you!

Doraine said...

A beautiful poem. I love that sky-flung wave of gold.

Tabatha said...

Those colors! And the movement of his lines. Beautiful.