Friday, April 3, 2015

Good Friday Morning in Emmitsburg

National Poetry Month, Day 3

Good Friday Morning in Maryland


Birdsong courses through the eye

That I call window

The wind’s eye , gritty with winter dust

And Spring beginning .


The Spanish call it Ventana

Which also sounds like wind

To me.

The Danish call it Vindue,

Which sounds to me like Vishnu,

Preserver of the Universe.


Italians call it Finestra,

The end of the stars,

The end of the stratosphere.



The French call it Fenetre

The Germans call it Fenster

In which I see fences,

In which I hear excited air

Flying through the fens,

Licking the marshy grasses.

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