Happy Vernal Equinox!
> _Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants._
>
> — Dorothy Parker
Below the jump, for those with a taste for such frivolities, is a poem I wrote on the same topic on March 16, 1973 — egad! That’s more than 53 years ago — when I was a mere sprout:
> **MARCH**
>
> All things rigid will flow.
> The clenching cords in your stomach will unknot.
> One by one your tendons will relent
> and ripe grain like water
> will run through your polished fingers.
>
> Lightening the east, spraying the trees hazy,
> spring in the South comes fabled and soft,
> reaching over the bed, hanging green in the windowframe.
> Spiders dance its rhythms on a hieroglyphic ceiling.
>
> Your unwilling tongue will sing it, too;
> your body will thrust from its bed,
> tantalized by the bursting ground,
> the vows of the dry earth
> yearly forgotten and forsworn
> and rasping your marrow with their fatal hope.
>
> A sparrow, with scant hesitation,
> lifts and evaporates over the streaked roof’s tilt.
>
> Your life, long wooed, will release you.
> Your death will drive your hands.
> Seeds of the wild grass will be sown in the valleys
> and all things rigid will flow.
Happy Vernal Equinox! Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants. — Dorothy Parker Below the jump, for those with...
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