Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BY NATURE, by JANE MILLER Poet's Biography First Line: If it could be, it would be seven o'clock Last Line: Who will be there for you I promise, always. Subject(s): Farm Life; Fruit; Love - Loss Of; Agriculture; Farmers | ||||||||
If it could be, it would be seven o'clock. Two men who have all day been picking peaches and pears go back through the rows for the fallen and pecked fruit left for dead. They take them for themselves, filling the wire baskets of their motorbikes. They light cigarettes and pedal their engines to a running start. Then an unexpected thing. It cannot even be said the sun resists setting -- in itself still something -- the sky behind it so recently darkening "brightens" but only by my recollection. I surprise myself with an angry thought I'm as far away as you make me, you shit about my lover, whom I had until this moment the option of missing. When I understood my being half a globe away, I assumed I could get there in time. The earth is now like a fruit a human has knifed, tumbling fruitlessly through space. You notice when you finally stop running through your day, at table, the dizziness, the blown earth in the red wine. And the constant bruising as we fall up, like falling out of love where you are suddenly free, terribly guilty without caring. No longer is there a single self but a whole host of opposition, completely random pellets and debris, mistresses and masters of the universe, who will be there for you I promise, always. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KICKING THE LEAVES by DONALD HALL THE FARMER'S BOY: WINTER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: SUMMER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: AUTUMN by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD A WINTER OF LOVE LETTERS AND A MORNING PRAYER: 5 by JANE MILLER A WINTER OF LOVE LETTERS AND A MORNING PRAYER: 7 by JANE MILLER |
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