"After a Rain" by Fyodor Vasilyev‘After the Rain’ and Other Poetry by Jared Carter The Society August 18, 2019 Beauty, Poetry 7 Comments After the Rain After the rain, it’s time to walk the field again, near where the river bends. Each year I come to look for what this place will yield— lost things still rising here. The farmer’s plow turns over, without fail, a crop of arrowheads, but where or why they fall is hard to say. They seem, like hail, dropped from an empty sky, Yet for an hour or two, after the rain has washed away the dusty afterbirth of their return, a few will show up plain on the reopened earth. Still, even these are hard to see— at first they look like any other stone. The trick to finding them is not to be too sure about what’s known; Conviction’s liable to say straight off this one’s a leaf, or that one’s merely clay, and miss the point: after the rain, soft furrows show one way Across the field, but what is hidden here requires a different view—the glance of one not looking straight ahead, who in the clear light of the morning sun Simply keeps wandering across the rows, letting his own perspective change. After the rain, perhaps, something will show, glittering and strange. Reprinted from Darkened Rooms of Summer. Jared Carter’s most recent book of poems is The Land Itself, from Monongahela Books in West Virginia. Healing All it takes is time. A blister _____develops on Your palm, corpuscles minister, _____and it is gone Within the week. The earth itself _____regenerates, And color springs from that deep shelf _____or barren waste Come back to life. In this way each _____remembered face Or wave approaching some far beach _____falls into place. reprinted from Peacock Journal Jared Carter is a poet living in Indiana. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 7 Responses Joe Tessitore August 18, 2019 These are very beautiful. They resonate very deeply. What a wonderful gift you have! Reply Denise Sobilo August 18, 2019 Greetings from a fellow Hoosier! One of my favorite walks (heat, rain, or snow) here in the Calumet Region (where there are few, if any, farm fields remaining) is the bike path around Wolf Lake. SCP will soon publish the poem of my musings while on that walk. And I too make my daily walk hoping to find “something . . . glittering and strange.” Reply C.B. Anderson August 18, 2019 Denise, YOU, a Hoosier?! For some reason I can’t explain I thought you were English. A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of introducing Jared at what he said might be his last public poetry reading, at Fruitlands, in Harvard, MA. I have to agree with everyone that Jared is a superb poet. When I read his work I often say to myself: HE is a poet; I just write poems Reply Joe Tessitore August 18, 2019 You’re right, C.B. The rest of us read this and write poems about where it comes from. Mr. Carter is there. M. P. Lauretta August 18, 2019 Beautiful poems. As it happens I purchased a copy of Darkened Rooms of Summer only a few days ago and am enjoying it very much, particularly the villanelles. Reply David Gosselin August 20, 2019 Jared, You have a nice touch, a poet’s sensibility. I’d be interested to see more of your work and the different themes you develop in your poetry. Feel free to submit something to The Chained Muse poetry journal. You can send something directly to email@example.com. Best, David Reply C.B. Anderson August 20, 2019 Mssr. Gosselin, I’m sure you would love to publish something by Jared Carter, because then, and only then, will your journal become respectable. I wish you the best of luck, because luck is what it will take. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.