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END OF APRIL
by Phillis Levin

Under a cherry tree
I found a robin’s egg,
broken, but not shattered.

I had been thinking of you,
and was kneeling in the grass
among fallen blossoms

when I saw it: a blue scrap,
a delicate toy, as light
as confetti

It didn’t seem real,
but nature will do such things
from time to time.

I looked inside:
it was glistening, hollow,
a perfect shell

except for the missing crown,
which made it possible
to look inside.

What had been there
is gone now
and lives in my heart

where, periodically,
it opens up its wings,
tearing me apart.

SOURCE: “End of April” appears in Phillis Levin’s collection The Afterimage (Copper Beech Press, 1995), available at Amazon.com.

ILLUSTRATION: “Opus No. 122″ by Kazue Shima

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Phillis Levin is the author of four poetry collections, including May Day (Penguin, 2008), and editor of the Penguin Book of the Sonnet (Penguin, 2001). She teaches at Hofstra University.

Author photo by Sheila McKinnon

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SONG ON A MAY MORNING
by John Milton (1608-1674)

Now the bright morning star, day’s harbinger,

Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her

The flowery May, who from her green lap throws

The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.

Hail, bounteous May, that doth inspire

Mirth, and youth, and warm desire;

Woods and groves are of thy dressing,

Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing,

Thus we salute thee with our early song,

And welcome thee, and wish thee long.

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Painting: “Flowers” by Andy Warhol (1970)

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MAY
by Jonathan Galassi

The backyard apple tree gets sad so soon,   
takes on a used-up, feather-duster look   
within a week.
 
The ivy’s spring reconnaissance campaign   
sends red feelers out and up and down   
to find the sun.
 
Ivy from last summer clogs the pool,   
brewing a loamy, wormy, tea-leaf mulch   
soft to the touch
 
and rank with interface of rut and rot.
The month after the month they say is cruel   
is and is not.

…From NORTH STREET, a collection of poems by Jonathan Galassi, available at Amazon.com.

Painting: “Apple tree blooming in late spring” by Steve Kuzma, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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END OF APRIL

by Phillis Levin

Under a cherry tree

I found a robin’s egg,

broken, but not shattered.
 
I had been thinking of you,

and was kneeling in the grass

among fallen blossoms
 
when I saw it: a blue scrap,

a delicate toy, as light

as confetti
 
It didn’t seem real,

but nature will do such things

from time to time.
 
I looked inside:

it was glistening, hollow,

a perfect shell
 
except for the missing crown,

which made it possible

to look inside.
 
What had been there

is gone now

and lives in my heart
 
where, periodically,

it opens up its wings,

tearing me apart.

 Illustration: “Opus No. 122” by Kazue Shima

“End of April” is found in Phillis Levin’s collection The Afterimage (Copper Beech Press, 1995), available at Amazon.com.

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When poet Phillis Levin found the robin’s eggshell under the cherry tree, she might have been interested to learn a bit more about its unique, vivid shade of blue. For this, we turned to an expert — Patterson Clark, who writes and illustrates the Urban Jungle column for the Washington Post.

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ROBIN EGGS: THE BLUER THE BETTER

Illustration and Text by Patterson Clark

(originally published 5/1/2012 in the Washington Post)

Not much point in looking around for a nearby nest when you find an American robin eggshell on the sidewalk.

Soon after a chick hatches, the female robin grabs the eggshell and flies off to drop it far from the nest. Leaving the baby behind for a few moments is worth the risk, since the bright white insides of the eggshell can attract predators.

But before the egg hatches, blue-green pigments on the outside surface of the egg might help with camouflage. Pigments might also strengthen the egg and help protect it from solar radiation.

A robin coats her eggs with the same turquoise-hued compound found in our bile and bruises, biliverdin, an important antioxidant. Female robins with higher concentrations of biliverdin in their tissue lay darker, more vividly colored eggs, which apparently sends a strong signal to males.

“Males seem to use egg color to gauge the quality of their mate and the eggs she lays, putting more effort into rearing babies when they are more likely to survive and prosper,” says Robert Montgomerie of Queen’s University in Canada.

With Philina English, Montgomerie determined that when eggs are more colorful, male robins will invest as much as twice the amount of energy helping feed nestlings.

SOURCES: Behavioral Ecology and Sociobiology; Bird Coloration: Function and Evolution; Stanford University

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PLUM BLOSSOM HAIKU

by Hogan Reikan (1779-1860)

Describe plum blossoms?

Better than my verses

White wordless butterflies

Illustration: “Plum Blossom Viewing” by Suzuki Harunobu (1760s), available in a greeting card from zazzle.com.

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SPRING HAIKU by Matsuo Bashō (1644-1694)

Traveling this high

mountain trail, delighted

by violets

Photo: Lee Hiller, 2010, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED