From Blossoms by Li-Young Lee
I read this one in 180 More.
From Blossoms
By Li-Young Lee
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.
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.
There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
I love the poetry 180 sites, too.
This one made me laugh: “Do You Have Any Advice For Those of Us Just Starting Out?” http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/007.html
I wonder if the line “Beware / any snow-covered chalet with deer tracks / across the muffled tennis courts.” is a reference to the film The Shining, warning never write in empty hotels?
So for a light-hearted poem, follow the link. And enjoy yourself stacking up books.
DdougG