First Light

By John Barr John Barr
Spiders in the cold,
bees in inarticulate bunches
hang from a day's work.
Waiting for light they wait
to see what they will be.
A tree lets down
green undersides and is maple.
A window glints—
a thing of saffron
kindles with singlehood.
In the broad yard
each thing dandles
its blue, its name, its consequence.

John Barr, "First Light" from The Hundred Fathom Curve: New & Collected Poems. Copyright © 2011 by John Barr.  Reprinted by permission of Red Hen Press.

Source: The Hundred Fathom Curve: New & Collected Poems (Red Hen Press, 2011)

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Poet John Barr

POET’S REGION U.S., Midwestern

Subjects Nature, Animals, Landscapes & Pastorals, Trees & Flowers

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John Barr served as the first president of the Poetry Foundation from 2004 to 2013, where he worked with the board to develop the Foundation's strategic plan and to build a permanent home for Poetry magazine, the first in its 100-year history. He has taught in the graduate writing program of Sarah Lawrence College and has served on the boards of the Poetry Society of America, Yaddo, and Bennington College.

Barr grew up in Lisle, . . .

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SUBJECT Nature, Animals, Landscapes & Pastorals, Trees & Flowers

POET’S REGION U.S., Midwestern

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