![]() In the sky the winter stars are sliding away new stars appear as, later, small blades of grain will shine in the dark fields. Everywhere the plates of snow are cracking. In March the earth remembers its own name. And that final sentiment is one, right now, that I’m willing to believe. ![]() You can feel her buoyancy in the italicized joyful, you can discern her sentiments without pretense in the final line. Oliver makes the sensations of the transition palpable, both visual and sensual, as the winter stars slide away and the breeze blows over fields and bodies. The title alludes to the first full moon in March, so-called because earthworms begin to show themselves again once the ground starts to thaw. As we continue to celebrate Women’s History Month, here is another poem from Mary Oliver, whose ability to blend the natural world with a sense of hope and renewal appropriately beckons the arrival of spring in Worm Moon. ![]() Something about the coming of spring has always felt to me incredibly well-suited to poetry, as though it serves as an enchantment, calling the earth slowly back to life through incantation.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |