Monday, June 1, 2015

"White Clover," by Marvin Bell

"Acknowledge a new found grace," 2013, by Rune Guneriussen


White Clover
by Marvin Bell

Once when the moon was out about three-quarters
and the fireflies who are the stars
of backyards
were out about three-quarters
and about three-fourths of all the lights
in the neighborhood
were on because people can be at home,
I took a not so innocent walk
out amongst the lawns,
navigating by the light of lights,
and there there were many hundreds of moons
on the lawns
where before there was only polite grass.
These were moons on long stems,
their long stems giving their greenness
to the center of each flower
and the light giving its whiteness to the tops
of the petals. I could say
it was light from stars
touched the tops of flowers and no doubt
something heavenly reaches what grows outdoors
and the heads of men who go hatless,
but I like to think we have a world
right here, and a life
that isn’t death. So I don’t say it’s better
to be right here. I say this is where
many hundreds of core-green moons
gigantic to my eye
rose because men and women had sown green grass,
and flowered to my eye in man-made light,
and to some would be as fire in the body
and to others a light in the mind
over all their property.



[Poem via Poets.org]
[Image by Rune Guneriussen]

2 comments

  1. and so the walk on moonlit nights when fireflies roam and fly about like hoodlums the stroll becomes memorable. and the fields of green sewed and cared for set the stage for the mundaness of life

    i enjoyed this, Hannah

    gracias

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    1. So glad you liked this! Hope your summer has been lovely so far.

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