Monday, April 9, 2012

Of Gratitude - From Blossoms


From Blossoms

Li-Young Lee
(From one of The Poetrycooker's favorite poetry anthologies, Staying Alive: Real Poems For Unreal Times).
From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches  
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.  
Farm Boy: 1940 
From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
 comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.
Apple Orchard Harvest
There are days we live
as if death were nowhere

couple, cute, embrace, field, girl
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,

so romantic♥

from blossom to blossom to

impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

National Poetry Monty #10

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