Thursday, February 14, 2008

David Thodal Poems


David Thodal worked at Gulf of Maine Books the first year we were open, 1979, keeping the store open on Friday nights, filling in at other times, and becoming a regular member of the Bums Academy.For a number of years now he has been living in Montana, with his wife and daughter. He has just published a collection of poems called "Bird Songs", saying that "I am thinking...of the bird song as an exclamation of home, "this must be the place". These poems are my song of place."
Here's a poem given to David by the birds at Chimney Farm, where Beth and I live:
Never enough time
to sit and listen.
Loons last night
whip-poor-will at dawn.
will I ever understand the full tale
of a daffodil's bloom
or the new maple leaf
speak of the long winter's snow
In the dark of night
I wake,
and listen to geese
sing ancient tales of spring
around the moonlight.
Chimney Farm
Spring 1986

1 Comments:

Blogger joanhenrybraun said...

A brotherly caw caw of thanks from the Maine woods.

Henry Fellowbirdsong Braun

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