Phillis Levin (1998)
for Elfie Raymond
If it were not so bright,
Not so dark;
If there had been another hour,
Another storm,
Something to keep track of
Or something to hold at bay;
If there had been no bird
On the barest tree,
With one bitter crumb in its mouth,
One little speck;
If the honey surrounding that crumb
Had not been sweet,
If the evening had been less silent,
Humming one note
Without leaving any name,
Calling me to a field whose sickle moon
Made it clear
That nothing would speak;
If the way to the field
Had been less glorious,
A drop of dew beside a milkweed seed,
A ladybug scampering toward light,
And flowers on fire
Swaying among tall grasses—
A river of paper lanterns at dawn;
If the current did not carry
The scent of cyclamen,
Wild as grief
Spilling its horn of plenty,
Outlasting the final kiss of day.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
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from The Best American Poetry (1998)
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