I bought Daniel's book and can give my greatest compliment: I wish I had written it! He has a spiritual side that is all too rare nowadays, even amongst us poets it seems... the man writes with the grace of Heaven.
I know I’ve commented on this poem previously, but I felt compelled to come back and reiterate just how marvelous it is. Here we have the ultimate Easter poem. With that being said, I am very disappointed by the small number of comments this post has generated. It is deserving of many more, in my own personal opinion. I’ve read enough of Daniel Leach’s work to know that he is an exceptional poet, but I think he really outdid himself with this particular piece. Kudos to Mr. Leach for writing such a profoundly exquisite poem, and kudos to David Gosselin for publishing it!
I have long admired Daniel Leach’s poetry, and “Easter” is no exception. There is something about his work that I find extremely edifying. Needless to say, Mr. Leach possesses a rare gift, and his work should be appreciated by a much larger audience.
I reread this and again, its beauty is resplendent-- my own style of free verse is very different, but the world has room for both flowers and trees, birds and bees-- Daniel Leach is a great poet, period!
I bought Daniel's book and can give my greatest compliment: I wish I had written it! He has a spiritual side that is all too rare nowadays, even amongst us poets it seems... the man writes with the grace of Heaven.
Daniel Leach is indeed the real thing. Still a poet that many Americans and English speakers need to discover.
I know I’ve commented on this poem previously, but I felt compelled to come back and reiterate just how marvelous it is. Here we have the ultimate Easter poem. With that being said, I am very disappointed by the small number of comments this post has generated. It is deserving of many more, in my own personal opinion. I’ve read enough of Daniel Leach’s work to know that he is an exceptional poet, but I think he really outdid himself with this particular piece. Kudos to Mr. Leach for writing such a profoundly exquisite poem, and kudos to David Gosselin for publishing it!
P.S. When I read it to myself I stick a so before deep in the 12th up. Just helps me glide thru it better. Again, my compliments.
Nice depiction of the endless cycle of regeneration. Thx for sharing.
Tennyson on the same theme:
Tears, Idle Tears
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
East of Easter, Sophy of 🌎 Earth, Look for a Merry Meaning Of the mortal Life! PisentLov! ❤️
I have long admired Daniel Leach’s poetry, and “Easter” is no exception. There is something about his work that I find extremely edifying. Needless to say, Mr. Leach possesses a rare gift, and his work should be appreciated by a much larger audience.
I reread this and again, its beauty is resplendent-- my own style of free verse is very different, but the world has room for both flowers and trees, birds and bees-- Daniel Leach is a great poet, period!