April 5, 1974

The air was soft, the ground still cold.
In the dull pasture where I strolled
Was something I could not believe.
Dead grass appeared to slide and heave,
Though still too frozen-flat to stir,
And rocks to twitch and all to blur.
What was this rippling of the land?
Was matter getting out of hand
And making free with natural law,
I stopped and blinked, and then I saw
A fact as eerie as a dream.
There was a subtle flood of steam
Moving upon the face of things.
It came from standing pools and springs
And what of snow was still around;
It came of winter’s giving ground
So that the freeze was coming out,
As when a set mind, blessed by doubt,
Relaxes into mother-wit.
Flowers, I said, will come of it.

Richard Wilbur

CultFit Spring

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4 Comments on “April 5, 1974”

  1. krikitarts says:

    So very appropriate for just now. Are the photos you include in your posts your own? -Gary

    • CultFit says:

      Not all of them, mainly the ones that look like they were taken in and around Nebraska are my own, The others are from the Creative Commons open share.


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