Anyway, this is apparently some kind of blogging tradition and involves bloggers sharing favorite poems. I'm notoriously awful at choosing favorites (or choosing much of anything, really) so I'm not going to try to define my all-time favorite poem here, but I will give you one of the many I love. For this year, we'll go with "From Blossoms," the poem behind my Ravelry user name:
From BlossomsI first read that out loud to my best friend & my boyfriend in the back of an ancient van, on a day as completely perfect as the summer's juiciest peach. It was in an anthology of love poems we'd just bought at a tiny feminist bookstore in Marquette, Michigan. Here's one of the many pictures from that day that I absolutely treasure:
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.
Me & my best friend Sara on the shore of Lake Superior, October 2005.Such good memories! I'm getting ridiculously nostalgic here, but I promise I'm going to bed now so I can get up nice & early tomorrow to continue ignoring my homework, knit, and finally start posting about all that good stuff that I need to post about!
2 comments:
Sweet.........you are a romantic, minus the commercialization.
What a beautiful poem!
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