I haven’t blogged in a long time–I’ve been in a massive slump–but my Chinese Poetry class just gave us an assignment to write a quatrain. So here’s a poem! I’ve been very inspired by the California golden poppies along the bike trail to campus, and on Friday we read Sylvia Plath’s “Poppies in October” in my Contemporary American Poetry class.
Looking at these pockets of spring gold like glint
In the eye of a miner burning miles from Canton,
I don’t remember that other poppies blow red across fields
Or the smoke that brought a five-thousand-year-old empire to its knees.