The North Sore Poets’ Forum will meet on Sat., March 16, in the Barnet Gallery, Beverly Public Library, from 10:30 to 12:30.

Susan Hathaway will give a presentation on self publishing, with which she has experience. We will discuss future meetings, a possible Round Robin, and share a bit of Irish poetry, since St. Patrick’s Day is the next day.

Spring is on our doorstep, and even though it was a pretty easy winter, Spring is always a welcome respite from cold and dreary landscapes. I hope you all bring good cheer and  your poems — with copies — for gentle critique.

Until then, here’s a poem by John Hewitt

The Ram’s Horn

I have turned to the landscape because men disappoint me:
the trunk of a tree is proud; when the woodmen fell it,
it still has a contained Ionic solemnity:
it is a rounded event without the need to tell it.

I have never been compelled to turn away from the dawn
because it carries treason behind its wakened face:
even the horned ram, glowering over the bog-hole,
though symbol of evil, will step through the blown grass with grace.

Animal, plant, or insect, stone or water
are, every minute, themselves; they behave by law.
I am not required to discover motives for them,
or strip my heart to forgive the rat in the straw.

I live my best in the landscape, being at ease there;
the only trouble I find I have brought in my hand.
See, I let it fall with a rustle of stems in the nettles,
and never for a moment suppose that they understand.