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Sunday, April 25, 2010

Sunday Poetry Blogging


ROBERT HASS
Spring Rain


Now the rain is falling, freshly, in the intervals between sunlight,



a Pacific squall started no one knows where, drawn east

as the drifts of warm air make a channel;



it moves its own way, like water or the mind,



and spills this rain passing over. The Sierras will catch

it as last snow flurries before summer, observed only by

the wakened marmots at 10,000 feet,



and we will come across it again as larkspur and penstemon

sprouting along a creekside above Sonora Pass next August.



And the snowmelt will trickle into Dead Man’s Creek and

the creek spill into the Stanislaus and the Stanislaus into

the San Joaquin and the San Joaquin into the slow salt marshes

of the day.



That’s not the end of it: the gray jays of the mountains

eat larkspur seeds which cannot propagate otherwise.



To stimulate the process you have to soak gathered seeds

all night in the acids of old coffee



and then score them gently with a very sharp knife before

you plant them in the garden.



You might use what was left of the coffee we drank in Lisa’s

kitchen visiting.



There were orange poppies on the table in a clear glass vase,

stained near the bottom to the color of sunrise;



the unstated theme was the blessedness of gathering and the

blessing of dispersal—



it made you glad for beauty like that, casual and intense,

lasting as long as the poppies last.


Picture found here.

1 comment:

xan said...

The damn copy editor's eye never sleeps, nor gives one pause:

the gray jays of the mountains

eat larkspur seeds which cannot propagate otherwise.

To stimulate the process you have to soak gathered seeds

all night in the acids of old coffee


see I first read that as "To simulate the process." Then the eye caught on the t and went back, and first snarky thought is "HA ha, he meant to say..." and then "well, actually, either..."

almost forgot to read the rest of the poem. I'm the editor Jubal Harshaw was talking about when he said "Always leave [him] something to fix; after he pees in it he likes the flavor better and he buys it."

/shakes tiny fist of rage at copy-editor eye.