pop quiz: who wrote this?
I found this poem (or part of a poem?) last week, tucked in with some letters. It’s pretty — I wish I could claim it, but I’m not the author of this one. No clues, no attribution, just a phone number on the back for someone named Renee, and a note scribbled down that says, B wc at 3. (That translates, in Nancy-speak, to B. — B. who? who knows — will call at 3.)
And now, the poem:
“This was the place where in spring
the ground swelled with the
burst of growing things, where
in summer, like now, the air
was a beautiful blue.
In autumn, in this still
place, the vesper sparrow
sang in the mornings, and,
according to his moods,
throughout the day, but sang
his sweetest, conducted his
best services at evenfall.”
Posted by WackyMommy in Writing |
Comments (4)
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That poem is amazing… so beautiful. Thank you.
-Winn (formerly the other WackyMummy)
August 8th, 2010 | #
isn’t it just perfect? I’ve carried that scrap of paper around for almost 30 years, i think.
August 8th, 2010 | #
Could B be Beth, or does the (beautiful) poem predate your acquaintance with Beth?
August 9th, 2010 | #
“Poetry is the art of saying what you mean but disguising it.” — Diane Wakoski, poet (b. 1937)
August 9th, 2010 | #