Monday, March 19, 2012

"March," by James Wright


A bear under the snow
Turns over to yawn.
It's been a long, hard rest.

Once, as she lay asleep, her cubs fell
Out of her hair,
And she did not know them.

It's hard to breathe
In a tight grave:

So she roars,
And the roof breaks.
Dark rivers and leaves
Pour down.

When the wind opens its doors
In its own good time,
The cubs follow that relaxed and beautiful woman
Outside to the unfamiliar cities
Of moss.

"March" by James Wright, from Above the River: The Collected Poems.
Wesleyan University Press, 1992.


  1. What delight you have brought to my eyes this morning. Thank you, Jim.

  2. Great poem and great picture. My son thought highly of both pic an poem. Thanks for sharing. Tight Lines.

    1. Very nice to think of your son seeing this. Glad he liked it!

  3. Now there's a family you don't want to get between.

    1. Yeah. Sometimes a "relaxed, beautiful woman" can be a killer.

  4. It seems like a mom for sure. Beautiful, inspiring and so protective. Is this not our hopes for spring too? Great picture and such a sweet,chill poem. Thank you so much!