April Thoughts in War Time

Creators

Helen E. Hughes

Description

Sonnet

Blue skies are cruelest now; immense, they bend
Over the lonely land, uncompromising,
Unconcerned, aloof. Unnatural friend!
Whose time is April when the sweet surprising
Daffodils spring up to rival such
A brave and tender blue! We who are used
To turning calm eyes skyward now see much
Of heaven that is alien and confused.
Where once we laughed into the sun's embrace,
Once welcomed friendly rain, once searched the broad
And democratic sky for Saturn's face,
And, searching, strained to touch the hand of God;
We now stand under skies that vomit fire.
Be angry at the blue sky for a liar!

Recommended Citation

Hughes, Helen E. (1942) "April Thoughts in War Time," Manuscripts: Vol. 9 : Iss. 4 , Article 2.
Retrieved from: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol9/iss4/2