Sunday, March 22, 2009

A poem for the season

by Lisabet Sarai



serenade
to this march day
of unlikely ardor
burning the senses
brown.

unbuttonings
city-wide.
unloosing all
the summer armies
prematurely;
town-ladies,
open-toed and
hoop-earringed.

hazy sky
smiles benign,
spills time.

blessings on
the taxi drivers,
hungry-eyed, and
meagre busboys
smiling, sweeping
deli doors
of sidewalk dust,
and every shirt-sleeved,
melting executive
watching me
watch myself
in the windows.

(March 4, 1974)

Happy Spring!

6 comments:

  1. Really beautiful. This is the first time I've ever read a poem by you. I especially like the images of street scenes which remind me of New York City.

    Garce

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  2. Thank you, Garce!

    Actually, it was written in Boston, a place where spring is elusive indeed. I am there now and the temperature is in the thirties - but it might well be 50 tomorrow!

    Warmly,
    Lisabet

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  3. Lovely poem and imagery, as always Lisabet!

    Ah, spring. *achoo*!

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  4. Lovely poem, Lisabet.

    Spring always seems to be the time for poems for some reason :)

    Kim Dare.

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  5. "Blessings on the taxi drivers..."

    That's got to be my favorite line in a power ever! And now I will probably always associate it with Spring.

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