Ok, I know that it's been April for over 12 days, but I just found out today (or remembered, did I know this??) that April is national poetry month. In honor of this, and the fact that it's almost spring outside, here is my new favorite poem.
The Springtime by Denise Levertov
The red eyes of rabbits
aren't sad. No one passes
the sad golden village in a barge
any more. The sunset
will leave it alone. If the
curtains hang askew
it is no one's fault.
Around and around and around
everywhere the same sound
of wheels going, and things
growing older, growing
silent. If the dogs
bark to each other
all night, and their eyes
flash red, that's
nobody's business. They have
a great space of dark to
bark across. The rabbits
will bare their teeth at
the spring moon.
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