Saturday morning in late March.
I was alone and took a long walk,
though I also carried a book
of the Alone, which companioned me.
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This poem had me captivated from beginning to end, and I didn't want it to end. Such vivid descriptions and flowing language. Outstanding choice for Poem of the Day.
Rajinish, I so agree. Mr. Hirsch's ability to describe the beauty of a day is so breath taking. A most pleasant read in deed. I wonder if he was speaking of the Queen Mary River boat?
I have gone through the poem again and again only to regale myself with the graphic details in all its splendour as if done by an impressionistic master not wanting to leave even the smallest of details in the landscape. The impact is profound. The words also play an active part to enact the mystic scene. Let us look at it through quotes from the poem: The wind whispered a secret to the trees /....The moon was a faint smudge / in the clouds, a brushstroke, an afterthought / in the vacant mind of the sky /.....Some were jubilant / others were broken-hearted / I have always been both.
I have gone through the poem again and again only to regale the graphic details in all its splendour as if done by an impressionistic master not wanting to leave even the smallest of details in the landscape. The impact is profound. The words also play an active part to enact the mystic scene. Let us look at it through quotes from the poem: The wind whispered a secret to the trees /....The moon was a faint smudge / in the clouds, a brushstroke, an afterthought / in the vacant mind of the sky /.....Some were jubilant / others were broken-hearted / I have always been both.
Late March is a very interesting poem