Good Morning Friends,
As you all know, April is National Poetry month. This April I have delighted in joining Bonny, Kym, Kat and Sarah posting poems each Thursday. This week is the last Thursday of the month and we are all posting poems by Adrienne Rich. She is a new-to-me poet; someone I was not familiar with, but I have come to appreciate her poetry so much. I hope you enjoy the poems we have selected.
The Return of the Evening Grossbeaks
By Adrienne Rich
The birds about the house pretend to be
Penates of our domesticity.
And when the cardinal wants to play at prophet
We need tell his eminence to come off it.
The crows, too, in the dawn prognosticate
Like ministers at a funeral of state.
The pigeons in their surplices of white
Assemble for some careful Anglican rite.
Only these guests who rarely come our way
Dictate no oracles for us while they stay.
No matter what we try to make them mean
Their coming lends no answer to our scene.
We scatter seed and call them by their name,
Remembering what has changed since last they came.
I chose this poem because my Grandmother liked Evening Grossbeak's so much. I remember being with her and hoping they would show up. Their time in Vermont was so fleeting each year.
Have a good day - it's almost the weekend!!
