April 5, 2020
I’d like you to close your eyes and get as centered as you can, inside yourself, and after a minute or so of silence I’ll read you a short poem by Richard Wilbur. It’s nice to realize, by the way, that today is evidently the seventy-sixth anniversary of the poem’s writing, because it’s entitled “April 5, 1974.”
April 5, 1974
The air was soft, the ground still cold.
In the dull pasture where I strolled
Was something I could not believe. . . .
. . . . Flowers, I said, will come of it.
[Read the full text of this poem at https://exceptindreams.livejournal.com/647275.html…