Two Poems by May Sarton
from Letters from Maine (1985)
The Wood Pigeons
The wood pigeons
Punctuate the silence
With coos, over and over,
Over and over,
One long, three shorts,
Then pause,
Then resume.
Nothing else moves
Or makes a sound,
Flat blue sky
Over silent shining sea.
Peace
Interrupted
By the wood pigeons
Insistent, monotonous
"Spring is coming
Spring is coming."
Coo, coo-coo,
How can we stand it?
Madness is in the air.
April in Maine
The days are cold and brown,
Brown fields, no sign of green,
Brown twigs, not even swelling,
And dirty snow in the woods.
But as the dark flows in
The tree frogs begin
Their shrill sweet singing,
And we lie on our beds
Through the ecstatic night,
Wide awake, cracked open.
There will be no going back.
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