Poetry Thursday – Sarah Cleghorn
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- 40.Blueberries by Mary Oliver
- 41.The Sycamore by Wendell Berry
- 42.Jealous Hearing Someone Laugh by Hafiz
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- 44.Egg by C.G. Hanzlicek
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- 81.Letter to Brooks: Spring Garden by Major Jackson
At the Fourth of July parade in Richmond, VT, a man on stilts walked with the floats. He wore long, glittery red, white, and blue pants and a matching coat. And a tall stars and stripes top hat that finally stopped, because of the stilts, a good eleven feet in the air. He walked by himself, carrying a hand-painted sign that said ‘READ SARAH CLEGHORN’. The parade was slow, so I had a minute to wonder who the heck Sarah Cleghorn is before he passed and I was allowed to see the sign’s back.
I saw a sickly cellar plant
Droop on its feeble stem, for want
Of sun and wind and rain and dew —
Of freedom! — Then a man came through
The cellar, and I heard him say,
‘Poor, foolish plant, by all means stay
Contented here; for — know you not? —
This stagnant dampness, mold and rot
Are your incentive to grow tall
And reach that sunbeam on the wall.’
— Even as he spoke, the sun’s one spark
Withdrew, and left the dust more dark.
That almost every day
The laboring children can look out
And see the men at play.