A Poem

Sunday March 2nd 2014


This poem arrived in my inbox this morning courtesy of poets.org.


Aren’t there bigger things to talk about
Than a window in Greenwich Village
And hyacinths sprouting
Like little puce poems out of a sick soul?
Some cosmic hearsay–
As to whom–it can’t be Mars! put the moon–that way….
Or what winds do to canyons
Under the tall stars…
Or even
How that old roué, Neptune,
Cranes over his bald-head moons
At the twinkling heel of a sky-scraper.

by Lola Ridge (1873-1941)

She has a Moon-Jupiter conjunction in Virgo opposite Ceres in Pisces.


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  1. Thank you, Beautiful.