Poetry, April 3

[jade_sabre]

In honor of the fact that it isn't going to snow on Easter for the first time in my four years here, a poem that nevertheless resembles me, from Galway Kinnell:




How Many Nights
How many nights
hive I lain in terror,
O Creator Spirit, Maker of night and day,

only to walk out
the next morning over the frozen world
hearing under the creaking of snow
faint, peaceful breaths . . .
snake,

bear, earthworm, ant . . .
and above me a wild crow crying 'yaw yaw yaw'
from a branch nothing cried from ever in my life.