Magazine | September 12, 2016, Issue

Poetry

ELEGY TO AN ORANGE IN PHOENIX, OR A MODERN WOMAN

Fooled, briefly, by its own blossom

Into believing it belongs in the barren

World it was brought to and has sought to

Make its own, the winsome

Thing lifts and cocks its slight heron

Head through a soft slipknot of

Dust and loose clay,

And grows, taking warmth into itself

Certain that the seeds

It was born with will infallibly root,

Whatever the soil coating the earthy shelf

They find themselves (and their needs)

Upon. It is easy to impute

Kindness to a warm day.

Ripe fruit is a treasure if it is scarce

And if warmth passes, but in easy days

It is merely a change of color.

The sweet thing falls on sparse

Need, and lies alone on the clays

Of a strange land, where rats gnaw her

Pips and slink away.

Precious poignant thing!

Like the petulant, matchless rhyme it is

At the end of a fruitful line –

Who will catch it gently, this beautiful excess

Which, like the Plague,

Now even the swollen rats regret?

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ELEGY TO AN ORANGE IN PHOENIX, OR A MODERN WOMAN Fooled, briefly, by its own blossom Into believing it belongs in the barren World it was brought to and has sought to Make its ...
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