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A Poem for Easter Morning, 2017

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Easter is as old as dirt, yet the year, 2017, sounds like something out of science fiction, if you were born midway through the 20th century as I was. And in this age of instant information, I woke to scan the world for its morning news: clashes in Berkley, a failed rocket launch in North Korea, a child crushed to death in a rotating restaurant atop a skyscraper in Atlanta. Sometimes I wonder what’s wrong with me.

Here’s a poem by James Wright.

A Blessing

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.