COME THAT SPRING - poem by George Murray

On page 3 of “Act One”, the first (and only) book of George Murray’s poems, is one entitled, “COME THAT SPRING”.  The month of this blog post is June (the last week of it), with Spring a damp, blustery memory, so this poem may seem seasonally-incorrect, but its message is not. Read more than once, and enjoy…












COME THAT SPRING

The robin, come that spring,
May wonder at his absence
            For a while
And note how grasses cling
And twine on leaning fences
            Mile on mile.

The swallow, come that spring,
His graceful arcs attaining,
            May perceive
On glancing past a wing,
The fields in tumult gaining
            Their reprieve.

For them incomprehensible -
The air they cleave intense with
            Certainty
That man, the indispensable,
Has been dispensed with
            Quietly.

Copyright ©George Murray, 1976
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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