National Poetry Month, Day 9
Poets born in April
Beyond the border of forget and find,
Beyond the minimum of mulch and weed,
Beyond the purchases of bulb and seed
I scrutinize my garden and remind
Myself that April rain is kind
To poets who rejoice in it. Indeed,
To poets who acknowledge that they need
The moisture for the months they’re deaf and blind.
For William came to birth in English Spring
And Wordsworth first saw light in April skies
And Seamus, too, arrived in April’s green.
Auspicious wilders of the squat pens bring
to changeful weather generous surprise
the like of which no man before had seen.
Beyond the minimum of mulch and weed,
Beyond the purchases of bulb and seed
I scrutinize my garden and remind
Myself that April rain is kind
To poets who rejoice in it. Indeed,
To poets who acknowledge that they need
The moisture for the months they’re deaf and blind.
For William came to birth in English Spring
And Wordsworth first saw light in April skies
And Seamus, too, arrived in April’s green.
Auspicious wilders of the squat pens bring
to changeful weather generous surprise
the like of which no man before had seen.
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