3 Comments

1. 

   Phil Hansotia

   April 9, 2011 at 5:04 am

   Dear Norb, This poem by Donald Hall is what I call a “March Poem”. About the ugliness of March and the redemption of April. Hall has a line in the middle–Now, this is the first day of April,–followed in the opening of the next stanza with “I finished with April halfway through March.”. In April the blue mountain revises from red to green but Dan is lost to the Red Sox. Such is the charm of poetry. Cheers,Phil Hansotia.

   Reply
2. 

   Ed Markowski

   April 19, 2011 at 11:54 pm

   Three Haiku

   home plate stained red man brown autumn arrives

   unexpected kiss
   apple saplings quiver
   in a sudden gust

   at the end

   of the road

   nothing to

   obscure my

   nothingness

   Reply
3. 

   Bruce Hodder

   August 21, 2011 at 12:01 pm

   Very poignant. Thank you to poet and publisher.

   Reply