A Poem For Saturday


“Meadowlark Country” by Amy Clampitt:

Speaking of the skylark in a New England classroom—
nonbird, upward-twirler, Old World hyperbole—
I thought how the likewise ground-nesting
Western meadowlark, rather than soar unsupported
out over the cattle range at daybreak, takes up
its post on a fencepost. I heard them out there,
once, by the hundreds, one after another:
a liquid millennium arising from the still
eastward-looking venue of the dark—

like the still-evolving venue of the young, the faces
eastward-looking, bright with a mute,
estranged, ancestral puzzlement.

(From The Collected Poems of Amy Clampitt © 1997 by the Estate of Amy Clampitt. Used by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Random House, Inc. Photo by Flickr user Dominic Sherony)