Bucolics

Untitled and unpunctuated, the seventy poems in this acclaimed collection seem to cascade from one page to another. Maurice Manning extolls the virtues of nature and its many gifts, and finds deep gratitude for the mysterious hand that created it all. that bare branch that branch made black by the rain the silver raindrop hanging from the black branch Boss I like that black branch I like that shiny raindrop Boss tell me if Im wrong but it makes me think youre looking right at me now isnt that a lark for me to think you look that way upside down like a tree frog Boss Im not surprised at all I wouldnt doubt it for a minute youre always up to something Ill say one thing youre all right all right you are even when youre hanging Boss