Cry the Gentle Hemisphere

Mighty sun are your lessons done?
Puffy clouds are you done speaking?
Blades of grass is there no class
Where I can learn just what I’m feeling?

Mighty earth do you still speak,
Or are your words and echoes gone?
Solid tree is there no song
That you can sing in breeze to me?

Mighty sky are you alive?
Flowers have you lost your tongue?
Rain is there no gentle hymn,
Or are your quiet tunes all sung?

Lowly man are you so blind
And deaf and mute and so alone
That you can’t hear the earth cry out
Its final sad and solemn poem?

About Timothy Black

Timothy Black’s first poetic novella, Connecticut Shade, is in its second printing through WSC Press. He teaches poetry at Wayne State College, and is a Cave Canem Fellow. He lives in Wakefield, Nebraska with his wife and two sons. Timothy’s work has appeared in the anthologies The Logan House Anthology of 21st Century American Poetry, The Great American Roadshow, and Words Like Rain. He has been published in The Platte Valley Review and at, has poems forthcoming in Breadcrumb Scabs, Clean Sheets and Dark Gothic Resurrected Magazine and has won an Academy of American Poets prize for his poem Heavy Freight.

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