Add to ORKGSonnet 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\u27s embrace, Once welcomed friendly rain, once searched the broad And democratic sky for Saturn\u27s 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