Eclipse of the Moon by Mary Susanah Robbins - HTML preview

The Uselessness of the Common or  Garden Variety of Experience

One doesn't look at the rose,

however restrained, to show

how the violet should be seen.

however vegetable-like,

the peony. Sun will strike

the gnarled, uneven string bean

before one is prepared, glow

in the mind before one knows.

There is no onomato-

peony among growing

things. Each is its own cabbage-

rose, its own duality.

Sometimes the pollen will see

or seem to, one's own courage

standing still before going

wind-borne toward the tomato.

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