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Thursday, July 12, 2012

to sweet impossible blossom




From Blossoms by Li-Young Lee

From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we brought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.
From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.
O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.
There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy, to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

12 comments:

  1. ... love to love, to love. I have just such a sign at the bottom of a hillside orchard. Divine.

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    1. you're a special kind of guy, steve, to have an orchard, to have such a sign, to have such a motivation to place it there.

      xo
      erin

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  2. Yes to the sweet impossible blossom. I kiss the blossom,

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    1. liz, good)) we should kiss as often as the world will endure us.

      xo
      erin

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  3. I discovered li-young-lee just this week at Powells in Portland. I bought The Ciry In Which I Love You, a collection of his poems published in 1990.
    Fragile, immediate, evocative.
    He reminded me of your work, Erin.

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    1. rosaria, you are always so sweet to me. for years, your sweetness has been going on for years and years:)

      i don't know li-young-lee's work other than this poem and can you believe my naivite? i thought he was a she. but i love this poem. love it. one of my favorites from a book marion sent to me, best compilation ever, Staying Alive.

      xo
      erin

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    1. it is
      but these little people manage to transcend not only death, but seasons:)

      xo
      erin

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  5. you cause trouble? not in this case - wise answer.

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    1. oh, you were a brave man to bring up faith at your place, ollie. not many are willing to open an important conversation such as this.

      xo
      erin

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  6. love this photo
    love this poet
    love you
    sent you an email
    it bounced back

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    1. bruce, right back at you) let's drown the world in love)))

      xo
      erin

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