Enough

[Bruce V]

When I was a boy
On our farm in Kentucky
I would lay on my back in a field
Of tall, golden broomsedge,
Hidden from all the world
Beneath a yellow sun and azure sky
Surrounded by warm golden light,
With puffs of cloud floating by,
A redtail hawk soaring,
Whistling,
Owning the sky.
It was enough.
It was enough.

[rowens]

This is a poem that I'd come across in a book of Robert Penn Warren, and it would be enough, surrounded by his "bigger" poems.

It would be a counter-affect, kind of, in a Leopardi book.

It stands on its own and is enough in a world of poems. Either enough for somebody, or more to say, or read. This poem can be both. A freer verse Thomas Hardy.

All the particulars of poems and things: This poem relaxes in the general. Whether people think in poets or take a poem alone. 

It succeeds.

[Bruce V]

This is a poem that I'd come across in a book of Robert Penn Warren, and it would be enough, surrounded by his "bigger" poems.

It would be a counter-affect, kind of, in a Leopardi book.

It stands on its own and is enough in a world of poems. Either enough for somebody, or more to say, or read. This poem can be both. A freer verse Thomas Hardy.

All the particulars of poems and things: This poem relaxes in the general. Whether people think in poets or take a poem alone. 

It succeeds.

Quite an erudite response.  I thank you.  I wrote this a few years back.  Only started reading Penn Warren a couple days ago and didn't know he was also from Kentucky.  
I may have to take a look at Leopardi;  he's new to me.  My first post here.

[RiverNotch]

Limpid.

I've not much to say---maybe this critique is too short for Intensive---but the repetition of the color yellow here is maybe something to gnaw on, alongside the mention of two other primary colors (albeit redtail hawks aren't particularly red). Then you have the move from the sense of sight to the sense of sound with "Whistling", and a rather cutting sound too, followed by the more abstract conclusion to the whole piece....again, it's all very direct, very limpid. Can't really suggest anything, other than maybe cut "azure" so that the poem really is all gold, but that's a bigger maybe than earlier. Nice work.