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.
April 19, 2011 at 11:54 pm
home plate stained red man brown autumn arrives
apple saplings quiver
in a sudden gust
at the end
of the road
August 21, 2011 at 12:01 pm
Very poignant. Thank you to poet and publisher.
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