Poetry Friday: Time and the Garden

April 3rd, 2009

This week’s selection was made by Stenhouse web coordinator Zsofi McMullin.

I’ve been thinking about my garden a lot lately. This is our first spring in our new house and our graden scares me a bit. A brook runs through the lower level of the garden, flanked by wild bushes and huge trees. I am not quite sure what I should or could do with it, but I am anxious to start digging in the dirt. This poem is not just about gardening of course, but these few lines really spoke to me: “And yet excitement swells me, vein by vein:/ I long to crowd the little garden, gain /Its sweetness in my hand and crush it small /And taste it in a moment, time and all!”

Time and the Garden
Yvor Winters

The spring has darkened with activity.
The future gathers in vine, bush, and tree:
Persimmon, walnut, loquat, fig, and grape,
Degrees and kinds of color, taste, and shape.

Read the rest of the poem here.

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