Читать книгу Pageant of Seasons - Helen Stiles Chenoweth - Страница 9
ОглавлениеSPRING
Disciplined by rain
white crane image distorted
in dimpled waters . . .
Wind rage of March
breaks the hermetic seal
of sea's hibernation.
Lost in the blue haze
a solitary marsh hawk—
rising and falling . . .
Pampas grass
waving directions to speeding drivers
in wild March wind . . .
Spring's color swatches:
black, tilled earth, barley green fields,
golden winter wheat.
Eucalyptus trees
in long lines of lashing rains—
more trees and more rain.
Shine of swamp grasses,
fringe of shimmering river—
sun frames a picture . . .
Wind and the willow
make their own patterns, defy
the stream's roiled waters.
A blue jay was loved
though he ate every berry
prior to our picking.
Long line of white wash
crayoned the air with clouds
and one black shirt.
A wheeling bee
ransacks flowering quince—
drama of defeat!
Up high the freshet
announces spring, then hurries
toward the quiet sea . . .
Man's stomach hears noon
in a whistle overhead
and a young bird cries—
Importunate wind
sends jays sunbeam-diving . . .
man buttons his coat.
Soughing waters
and vacancy sign on the house—
the sea gulls cry . . .
In this strange garden
the same notes, the same calls—
birds of my childhood.
Archaic smell,
and yet spring's conscious green
on moss-grown headstones!
Boy snares the spring moon
in his water bucket and dreams
of rocket ships . . .
Spring rain pelting down
on winter's heap of dry leaves—
sound disintegrates.
Boy flying his kite
with authority in string
and his small hands.
That old rooftop
brags of spring in opera voice
of one mockingbird.
Gentle reminder:
for the first mockingbird's song
there is no title . . .
Liquid sounds of April:
that bubbling in the orchard
from one cow blackbird.
There is the quiet
of crickets and tree frogs
and one man thinking . . .
Those tossed peanuts
fail to impress greedy squirrels
with donor's blindness . . .
To shed a cloak
of pain when seeing friends
with spring's first lilacs . . .
That moonlight of spring—
no soporific for crickets
and mockingbirds.
Matching spring's wits
the ball thrown by the boy
chased madly by the dog.
Braided ivy vines
held many bird songs but spring
chose a single nest.
The grape hyacinths
purple the garden path edge—
no trespassing!
First, clowning jays,