Take Heart 18 April 2012

Posted Wednesday, April 18, 2012 in Culture

Take Heart 18 April 2012

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A Conversation in Poetry

edited and introduced by Wesley McNair, Maine poet laureate

Carl Little is not only an accomplished poet but a widely published author of books about the painters of Maine. In today’s column he describes how peepers “fling their music” during early spring. Note how his poem flings its own joyful music across line breaks and stanza divisions.

 

Zones of Peeper

by Carl Little

 

Driving home from a party, parsing

conversations, car windows down

to greet first real summer heat,

we pass through zones of peeper —

 

not song, not chorus, though

scientists no doubt find pattern

in the high-pitched whatever it is.

Nor peep, which reminds you of

 

silly chicks falling over each other

in an incubator. Every moist venue

between Pretty Marsh and Somesville,

every hundred yards brings

 

this antic singing, somewhat

alien in tone, magical too,

like fireflies but auditory,

not synthesized but a perfect

 

cacophony of the higher ranges,

tiny frogs doing their spring thing,

flinging music into dank milieu

of pond edge and marsh, inspiring

 

a certain joy in our recap of the evening

as if every fault could be forgiven

when you consider the rest of the world

wild and wet and flipping out.

 

 

Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry is produced in collaboration with the Maine Writers & Publishers Alliance. Poem copyright © 2009 by Carl Little. Reprinted from Down East Magazine, March 19, 2009, by permission of Down East. Questions about submitting to Take Heart may be directed to David Turner, special assistant to the Maine poet laureate, at poetlaureate@mainewriters.org or (207) 228-8263.

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