Friday, January 25, 2013

Poem for Shabbat XXIV

Proclamation at a Birth (for Anna) - Linda Pastan

Let every tree
burst into blossom
whatever the season.
Let the snow melt
mild as milk
and the new rain wash
the gutters clean
of last year's prophecies.
Let the guns sweep out
their chambers
and the criminals doze
dreaming themselves
back to infancy.
Let the sailors throw
their crisp white caps
as high as they can
which like so many doves
will return to the ark
with lilacs.
Let the frogs turn
into princes,
the princes to frogs.
Let the madrigals,
let the musical croakings

(found in Linda Pastan, Carnival Evening: New and Selected Poems 1968-1998)

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