On Easter Saturday Bells Whacked the Air

Pet dogs help children. Spring after spring
two blaze-white Samoyedes sped me out
to my relief to run
into a new hush after the last noon clang
of church bells, rung ringing since dawn
to proclaim Easter Saturday—
                        big bells, high up, and all of them
at once, let loose, a deafening glory

for my city of muted immigrants, plenty
of Catholics, bells just a few blocks apart,
Italy, Poland, Ireland, Germany,...

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About the Author

Marie Ponsot was one of Commonweal's poetry editors from 1979 to 1985. Her most recent book of poems is Easy (Alfred A. Knopf).

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