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What can we chalk these incidents up to? Well, poor decision making, yes. But Spring is in the air here and certainly the bunny incident had all the overtones of that season: a white rabbit, sheepish males, alarmed but charmed females—all involved except the rabbit seemed pleased with themselves.
Even the presence of the Survivors of the Abortion Holocaust with their gory photos as big as doors seem to herald Spring somehow.
Spring has come to the valley of Irvine: root, grip, awaken. There's six weeks left to learn something this semester.
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Today's poem is from William Carlos Williams, a poet I first read in high school because he had that Carlos sitting there between his Williams.
Spring and All
By the road to the contagious hospital
under the surge of the blue
mottled clouds driven from the
northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the
waste of broad, muddy fields
brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen
patches of standing water
the scattering of tall trees
All along the road the reddish
purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy
stuff of bushes and small trees
with dead, brown leaves under them
leafless vines—
Lifeless in appearance, sluggish
dazed spring approaches—
They enter the new world naked,
cold, uncertain of all
save that they enter. All about them
the cold, familiar wind—
Now the grass, tomorrow
the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf
One by one objects are defined—
It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf
But now the stark dignity of
entrance—Still, the profound change
has come upon them: rooted they
grip down and begin to awaken
[1923]
1 comment:
I am constantly amazed at the brilliance of poems written in 1922, 3, and 4... :-)
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