Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PRESERVES, by ANITA GRAY CHANDLER First Line: This summer I shall try preserving Last Line: Into spring. Subject(s): Fruit; Memory; Seasons; Summer; Time | ||||||||
This summer I shall try preserving. Neither strawberries nor plums, Nor blackberries nor cherries, Nor peaches nor pears Shall go into my jars. But salt sea breeze, summer stars, Leafy lanes in silent woods, Orchid blooms and wild-bird calls, Strips of sandy beach, Meadows gold with buttercups, Roadways edged with Queen Anne's lace, Sunlight on a yawl's white sails, Children's voices shouting At their games upon the grass -- Pause Time, and let them linger In this magic interlude -- Rush of surf against the rocks, Sea-gulls crying on a reef. These, and such as these, Shall I store away within my heart, To tide me through the winter Into spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEVEN EYES: FINAL SECTION by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: COME OCTOBER by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN SLOWLY: I FREQUENTLY SLOWLY WISH by LYN HEJINIAN ALL THE DIFFICULT HOURS AND MINUTES by JANE HIRSHFIELD A DAY IS VAST by JANE HIRSHFIELD FROM THIS HEIGHT by TONY HOAGLAND THE OFFERING by ANITA GRAY CHANDLER |
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