http://bitsofbeauty.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] bitsofbeauty.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] greatpoetry2010-03-02 12:13 am
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Miracle by Harry Thurston

I tell my toddling daughter
not to pick the blossom
explaining that the flower
will turn into a strawberry
in a few short weeks,
then she can pick and eat the sweet fruit.
No sooner are the words out
than I regret forestalling her pleasure – 
for what is one blossom less,
and weeks to a child too long to wait.
And then, too, she looks at me
as if I have told her a lie,
fashioned a twisted fairy tale.
But speaking it, for the first time in years,
I am awed by the miracle 
of what really happens.

[identity profile] geosh.livejournal.com 2010-03-02 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
i really like the first 5 lines. but then feel dense:

"But speaking it, for the first time in years,
I am awed by the miracle
of what really happens."

What really happens?
(is he saying that the strawberry finally grows?)

[identity profile] beloved-places.livejournal.com 2010-03-02 10:04 am (UTC)(link)
reminds me of "walking away", cecil day lewis (:
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