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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PRAISES, by THOMAS MCGRATH Poet's Biography First Line: The vegetables please us with their modes and virtues Last Line: Flowers, love's language, love, heart's ease, poems, praise Subject(s): Flowers; Life; Love; Plants; Praise; Vegetables; Planting; Planters | |||
The vegetables please us with their modes and virtues. The demure heart Of the lettuce inside its circular court, baroque ear Of quiet under its rustling house of lace, pleases Us. And the bold strength of the celery, its green Hispanic Shout! its exclamatory confetti. And the analogue that is Onion: Ptolemaic astronomy and tearful allegory, the Platonic circles Of His inexhaustible soul! O and the straightforwardness In the labyrinth of Cabbage, the infallible rectitude of Homegrown Mushroom Under its cone of silence like a papal hat -- All these Please us. And the syllabus of the corn, that wampum, its golden Roads leading out of the wigwams of its silky and youthful smoke; The nobility of the dill, cool in its silences and cathedrals; Tomatoes five-alarm fires in their musky barrios, peas Asleep in their cartridge clips, beetsblood, colonies of the imperial Cauliflower, and the buddha-like seeds of the pepper Turning their prayerwheels in the green gloom of their caves. All these we praise: they please us all ways: these smallest virtues. All these earth-given: and the heaven-hung fruit also . . . As instance Banana which continually makes angelic ears out of sour Purses, or the winy abacus of the holy grape on its cross Of alcohol, or the peach with its fur like a young girl's -- All these we praise: the winter in the flesh of the apple, and the sun Domesticated under the orange's rind. We praise By the skin of our teeth, Persimmon, and Pawpaw's constant Affair with gravity, and the proletariat of the pomegranate Inside its leathery city. And let us praise all these As they please us: skin, flesh, flower, and the flowering Bones of their seeds: from which come orchards: bees: honey: Flowers, love's language, love, heart's ease, poems, praise. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KILLING THE PLANTS by JANE KENYON NOW I AM A PLANT, A WEED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD TANKA DIARY (5) by HARRYETTE MULLEN ODE FOR THE AMERICAN DEAD IN ASIA by THOMAS MCGRATH |
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