Tuesday, April 22, 2008

A Poem for Earth Day

Despite all the newspaper headlines proclaiming that Earth Day is dead and meaningless, I choose this day to celebrate the nature around me. And so, here is a poem by Dana Gioia, from the Bread Loaf Anthology Poems for a Small Planet: Contemporary American Nature Poetry, edited by Robert Pack and Jay Parini.


Stand in a field long enough, and the sounds
start up again. The crickets, the invisible
toad who claims that change is possible,

And all the other life too small to name.
First one, then another, until innumerable
they merge into the single voice of a summer hill.

Yes, it's hard to stand still , hour after hour,
fixed as a fencepost, hearing the steers
snort in the dark pasture, smelling the manure.

And paralyzed by the mystery of how a stone
can bear to be a stone, the pain
the grass endures breaking through the earth's crust.

Unimaginable the redwoods on the far hill,
rooted for centuries, the living wood grown tall
and thickened with a hundred thousand days of light.

The old windmill creaks in perfect time
to the wind shaking the miles of pasture grass,
and the last farmhouse light goes off.

Something moves nearby. Coyotes hunt
these hills and packs of feral dogs.
But standing here at night accepts all that.

You are your own pale shadow in the quarter moon,
moving more slowly than the crippled stars,
part of themoonlight as the moonlight falls,

Part of the grass that answers the wind,
part of the midnight's watchfulness that knows
there is no silence but when danger comes.


Sandra said...

Look at that accumulation of NaPo titles! You are truly kicking butt this April. Congrats and keep it up...

Greg said...

Most excellent! Thanks for posting this poem.

Bernadette Geyer said...

Thanks, Sandra! I just added two more ... one from yesterday and one from today. It's been a crazy week, but lines just stuck in my head & demanded to be put on paper.

Glad you liked the Gioia poem, Greg! Hope your NaPoWriMo is going well...