peaches

[mamculuna]

thanks to arielblue

From Blossoms

From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the joy
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

Comments

[faithhopetricks.livejournal.com]

That's absolutely lovely.

[maeve-rigan.livejournal.com]

Gorgeous poem, and from one of my favorite poets!

Thanks for the breath of summer here in mid-February!

[mamculuna.livejournal.com]

Mine, too. Glad you liked it.

[midnightsjane.livejournal.com]

I love this. Thank you so much for sharing it! I particularly love the last verse. Beautiful poem, and I must admit I've not read anything else by this poet, but I'm going to if I can.

[mamculuna.livejournal.com]

He's really interesting, but this is my favorite. Glad you liked it.