These blooms are best seen up close.
Recently I have been privileged to attend a poetry group - my first ever. The other day we discussed a work by
Charles Wright, an American poet. In his poetry he mixes everyday reality, the natural world, history, and the absolute/invisible and their inter-relationship with language.
Yardwork
I think that someone will remember us in another time,
Sappho once said — more or less—
Her words caught
Between the tongue's tip and the first edge of the invisible.
I hope so, myself now caught
Between the edge of the landscape and the absolute,
Which is the same place, and the same sound,
That she made.
Meanwhile, let's stick to business.
Everything else does, the landscape, the absolute, the invisible.
My job is yard work—
I take this inchworm, for instance, and move it from here to there.
Charles Wright
Chickamauga
Farrah,Straus and Giroux
New York 1995



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