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In April

James Hearst
This I saw on an April day:
Warm rain spilt from a sun-lined cloud,
A sky-flung wave of gold at evening,
And a cock pheasant treading a dusty path
Shy and proud.


And this I found in an April field:
A new white calf in the sun at noon,
A flash of blue in a cool moss bank,
And tips of tulips promising flowers
To a blue-winged loon.


And this I tried to understand
As I scrubbed the rust from my brightening plow:
The movement of seed in furrowed earth,
And a blackbird whistling sweet and clear
From a green-sprayed bough.

From The Complete Poetry of James Hearst, edited by Scott Cawelti and published by the University of Iowa Press, 2001. Used with permission. All rights reserved.

From The Complete Poetry of James Hearst, edited by Scott Cawelti and published by the University of Iowa Press, 2001. Used with permission. All rights reserved.

James Hearst