In celebration of National Poetry Month, I intend to write one poem each day throughout the month of April.
Today I taught High Modernist poetry, linked to modernist art and music. This poem echoes some of the works we discussed.
Nudes descend staircases
in a discordant rite of Spring,
as blackbirds watch wet
petals unfurl and fill wheel-
barrows with the pure products
of America.
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