How pleasantly serendipitous & icily ironic that DEW appeared in the metro car during this frozen tundra in NYC! I unabashedly admit, I'm a twit having been unaware of the highly distinguished & honored American poet, Kay Ryan (b Amer 1945). Ryan has received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, named as a US Poet Laureate and 4 of her poems have been selected as the Best of American Poetry. I was charmed by DEW with its few words & crystalline imagery of nature's luster during spring & summertime. New Yorkers are in dire need of spring like weather or anything above frigid for that matter. What we got was a heartwarming diversion & perhaps harbinger of balmy days ahead (and let's please leave the innocent groundhogs alone). Ryan's terse quixotic verse was in a font all in shades of sylvan greens fading to gradients of pale greens. The artwork was a curling, wispy green vine in the upper lefthand corner and the top lines of the poem in matching shades of green. The poetry & poster evoked a feeling of harmony, healing & hope and imageries of nature's bounties of beauty. It's fair to compare Ryan's to Frost but her own distinct voice is not lost.
As neatly as peas
in their green canoe,
as discreetly as beads
strung in a row,
sit drops of dew
along a blade of grass.
But, unattached and
subject to their weight,
they slip if they accumulate.
Down the green tongue
out of the morning sun,
into the general damp,
they're gone.
Bye bye frigid, blistering winter weather.
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