Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, BROKEN GARLAND OF MONTHS; AFTER FOLGORE DA SAN GEMIGNANO, by JANE MILLER



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BROKEN GARLAND OF MONTHS; AFTER FOLGORE DA SAN GEMIGNANO, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: For november I give you the little latin moons lunaria
Last Line: Fireflies for fear you might cross and not come back.
Subject(s): Gifts & Giving


For November I give you the little Latin moons lunaria,
hauling water from town without spilling
the beautiful sounds of the words themselves, little

moons. May you compose a poetry of the tasks of this world
in a privacy that is so amorous and does yourself
so much courtesy, it is like the last great days

of a courtship whose flower always pollinates your wrist.
In the mist, get a good idea and do it. Inside the
pumpkin may you carve the flame.

For October I give you all holy the bell of the deaf, bells
of alarm and delivery, one if the red squirrel hunts a
mouse, two if the mouse finds a home. One if the chill

sits down at the table. My brow is flushed. I'm wearing
my orange sash, hurry. Or maybe it's better with you
gone, a bird who escaped the gaze its beauty invites.

Someone far away has made a decision in your favor.
Or perhaps it's only kite-play, making infinity's
sign that the old and the new pass in and out

of each other forever. For December, a hundred-fold late
harvest, acres with apple and pear picking an hour's
work, and round about you so you are never weary

dancers for amusement before your every day of study.
Let sunsets regard you as God's maiden too dreamy
to go home or on. I give you a lover who wakes

waiting, who lies down beside you and is pasture.
And who stays up sometimes craning after a few
fireflies for fear you might cross and not come back.





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