Evening Poetry, April 3

Spring Song II

by Jean Garrigue

And now my spring beauties,

Things of the earth,

Beetles, shards and wings of moth

And snail houses left

From last summer’s wreck,

Now spring smoke

Of the burned dead leaves

And veils of scent

Of some secret plant,

Come, my beauties, teach me,

Let me have your wild surprise,

Yes, and tell me on my knees

Of your new life.

You can find this poem in The Four Seasons: Poems.

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