Sunday, July 19, 2009

Redemption of the Peach Poem

Thank you Sarah for a decent peach poem. Actually this is beyond decent - it's delicious. My childhood was not immersed in peaches but black raspberries. Early summer mornings, dew still on the grass, warm sun rising, bare feet on the dusty gravel road, bucket in hand, the prick of the thorns on my fingers, the taste of summer sun on my tongue. " From joy to joy to joy" until my bucket was full.

From Blossoms


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.

- Li-Young Lee

2 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem. I will have to save that one to use again somewhere.

    Val

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