Rod McKuen was not only the preeminent poet of the 70s and a singer/songwriter- he happened to be born in the month of April! His most popular book was Stanyon Street & other Sorrows but he was quite prolific and is the best-selling and most widely-read modern poet perhaps, of all time. I haven’t posted his poetry on this blog prior to this so it seemed- finally- appropriate this year to honor him by putting up some of his work for poetry month. Here is an entry whose time has come! The first poem is appropriately titled April. The rest are excerpts from my favorites.
-The Castle Lady
I did not choose an April birth
but I am ever grateful
that the month chose me.
Not because the earth has taken for itself
that same coincidental time
to start rebuilding,
but because by all accounts
April is the only time
a man need not ask even God for miracles
they come unsolicited and everywhere.
Tulips and the birth of grass
morning glories in the morning
and lilacs all day long.
April holds a man so firm
that he could swear the screech owl’s singing
was a choir of blue jays
paid to serenade the neighborhood
like a touring medicine or minstrel band.
April is the tuning fork for the summer months ahead.
from Seasons in the Sun
I’ve never been able to push the clouds away
Spring will chase us
through the summer
and find us beached upon some snowy shore
waiting for the spring to come again.
from Another Monday, Two Months Later
I have always wanted
to watch the flowers open
all the way,
however long the process took.