Tuesday, February 8, 2011
every garden dreams of being eden
Pastoral
Every garden dreams
of being Eden: rosebushes
or wildflowers, it hardly matters
as long as the hum of bees
remains peaceable and the door
to the grave stays hidden
beneath a swath of grass.
In the cooling afternoon
each flower relaxes
on its pedestal of stem,
and the gardener too dreams,
under a tree weighted
each fall with apples.
*
Q and A
I thought I couldn't be surprised:
"Do you write on a computer?" someone
asks, and "Who are your favorite poets?"
and "How much do you revise?"
But when the very young woman
in the fourth row lifted her hand
and without irony inquired:
"Did you write
your Emily Dickinson poem
because you like her work,
or did you know her personally?"
I entered another territory.
"Do I really look that old?"
I wanted to reply, or "Don't
they teach you anything?"
or "What did you just say?"
The laughter that engulfed
the room was partly nervous,
partly simple hilarity.
I won't forget
that little school, tucked
in a lovely pocket of the South,
or that girl whose face
was slowly reddening.
Surprise, like love, can catch
our better selves unawares.
"I've visited her house," I said.
"I may have met her in my dreams."
Linda Pastan
From here
*
Dear big wide world of internet,
How's your week going? I'm brimming with love and excitement this week: there's a gorgeous weekend to look forward to and - oh I loved this find so much! - there's this collection of top 100 quitessential jazz tracks up on the NPR website. Listen to it here.
I'm such a newcomer to jazz - it was my first time listening to Vince Guaraldi's Cast you Fate to the Wind and I loved it so much. I'd love to get my hands on the soundtrack to a Charlie Brown Christmas :)
These poems are full of lines I wish I'd written. "Every garden dreams of being eden" - what a perfect poetic line. Brimful of meaning but simple and clean.
PLUS another lovely postcard from the sister - from Madrid with a little koala drawn on the back with a speech bubble saying 'ola!' :)
It's Tuesday and the weekend is a long way off but mid week delights like these make the work day just swim past.
Love
Di
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