May Meditation
Nothing but that youthful green
between the cobalt lake and sky—
a cormorant rising in a cove.
The wind begins to gust, the waves
resounding, drowning out all sound.
~Son Rivers 2007
THE FIRST OF MAY
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In A. E. Housman’s Last Poems, we find this: The First of May The orchards
half the way From home to Ludlow fair Flowered on the first of May In Mays
when ...
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