Friday, March 29, 2013

Poetry Friday: Just Before April Came


Photograph by Meneerke bloem
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With a pond behind my house, I can relate to the sound of frogs so this poem seemed to fit. Plus, I get to learn about the word squdge. It means to ooze. As in, desperation seemed to squdge from my basketball bracket this evening. 

Just Before April Came by Carl Sandburg


The snow piles in dark places are gone.
Pools by the railroad tracks shine clear.
The gravel of all shallow places shines.
A white pigeon reels and somersaults.
  
Frogs plutter and squdge—and frogs beat the air with a recurring thin steel sliver of melody.
Crows go in fives and tens; they march their black feathers past a blue pool; they celebrate an old festival.


A spider is trying his webs, a pink bug sits on my hand washing his forelegs.
I might ask: Who are these people?


7 comments:

  1. Frogs plutter and squdge...
    I shall simply have to find a way to weave these words into my teaching day - my sixth graders will love them!

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  2. I agree, Tara. Plutter and squdge are just fun to say. Thanks for stopping by!

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  3. Thanks Jeff for posting this one. I love the ending stanza of Sandburg's poem. Enjoy spring.

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  4. We are into the happiest time of year YAY!

    "Frogs plutter and squdge—and frogs beat the air with a recurring thin steel sliver of melody."

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  5. I am seeing Carl Sandburg everywhere these days. I love these descriptions.

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  6. Sandburg's images are so vivid on multiple levels. Thanks for sharing. =)

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  7. How lucky you are to hear the sound of frogs! Your photo reminds me of A.A. Milne's poem, "Daffodowndilly." I sometimes read it to kids without the title and ask them to guess the subject of the poem, which begins, "She wore her yellow sun-bonnet, She wore her greenest gown ..."

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