Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Great Regulars: The poem opens with a wonderful line where

the life force of spring "rules" and the pastures of Wales combust into lambs.

By the third stanza this overwhelming feeling of exuberant awe and abundance makes no sense, but sense or not what difference does it make, the world is still drunk with lambs.

The fourth stanza brings us back to earth, reminding us why Wales is drunk with lambs, the fall harvest of these creatures, the hangover of survival.

[by Jon Dressel]

Mountain Spring Song, Wales

from Walter Bargen: The Post-Dispatch: Missouri poets: Dressel's verse sings, if not his lambs

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