A Poem For Today - In The Community Garden
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In The Community Garden
It's
almost over now,
late summer's accomplishment,
and I can stand face to
face
with this music,
eye to seed-paved eye
with the sunflowers'
architecture:
such muscular leaves,
the thick stems' surge.
Though
some are still
shiningly confident,
others can barely
hold their
heads up;
their great leaves wrap the stalks
like lowered shields.
This one
shrugs its shoulders;
this one's in a rush
to be nothing
but form.
Even at their zenith,
you could see beneath the gold
the
end they'd come to.
So what's the use of elegy?
If their work
is
this skyrocket passage
through the world,
is it mine to lament
them?
Do you think they'd want
to bloom forever?
It's the
trajectory they desire—
believe me, they do
desire, you could say they
are
one intent, finally,
to be this leaping
green, this bronze
haze
bending down. How could they stand
apart from themselves
and
regret their passing,
when they are a field
of lifting and bowing
faces,
faces ringed in flames?
"In the Community Garden" by Mark Doty, from Fire to Fire. © Harper Collins, 2008.
Trudi Richards
Sent from my iPad
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