Elegy Composed in the New York Botanical Garden
Catmint—tubular, lavender, an ointment
to blur the scar, bloom the skin. My mouth has begun
the hunt for words that heal.
In the garden, I am startled by a cluster
of sun-colored petals marked, Radiation.
Piles of radiation. Orange radiation, huddled together
like families bound by a hospital-bright morning.
And behind them: a force of yuccas
called Golden Swords. A bush or mound
of sheath-like leaves sprouting from a proud center.
And isn’t that the plot?
First the radiation, then the golden sword.
I remember, incurably,
your mother. The laughter that flowered
from her lips. I’m sorry I have no good words
to honor her war. It crumbled me to watch you
overwhelmed by her face
in the daffodils outside your childhood home.
|Sep 22, 2014||Amendment||Christina Davis|
|Sep 21, 2014||The Wind Sleepers||H. D.|
|Sep 20, 2014||If You Should Tire of Loving Me||Margaret Widdemer|
|Sep 19, 2014||Fruit Cocktail in Light Syrup||Amy Gerstler|
|Sep 18, 2014||from "Crow"||Abraham Smith|
|Sep 17, 2014||Put Down That TV Tray||Sina Queyras|
|Sep 16, 2014||Dämmerung||Simon Armitage|
|Sep 15, 2014||Lion Felling a Bull||Robyn Schiff|
|Sep 14, 2014||Black Horizons||Carl Sandburg|
|Sep 13, 2014||from "The Princess"||Lord Alfred Tennyson|