Friday, March 28, 2008
I couldn't help myself looking for more daffodil poems this week. Driving to and from work I am overcome with glimpses of their nodding gold along the road and tucked into unexpected corners. I stood out in yesterday's mist to photograph the clutch beside my son's daycare.
Here is a poem by Ted Hughes. I've just given you the center of the second stanza and part of the third - you must click through to read the rest. It was published in his collection Birthday Letters in 1998, when he was Poet Laureate of England. The poems in this book are about his relationship to his late wife Sylvia Plath.
Treasure trove. They simply came,
And they kept on coming.
As if not from the sod but falling from heaven.
Our lives were still a raid on our own good luck.
We knew we'd live forever. We had not learned
What a fleeting glance of the everlasting
In the rain of that April-your last April.
We bent there together, among the soft shrieks
Of their jostled stems, the wet shocks shaken
Of their girlish dance-frocks-
Fresh-opened dragonflies, wet and flimsy,
Opened too early.
The Friday Poetry round up is at Cuentecitos this week. Enjoy!