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GARDEN UPDATE: “Ode On A Greenish Thumb”
THOU still unravish’d seed of quietness,
Thou foster-child of Soil and slow Time,
Sylvan landscape, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fringed legend haunts about the brick grout 5
Of vegetables or fruits, or of both,
In Tamworth or a Great Hill pergola?
What stalks or leaves are these? What petals loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to sprout?
What beets and basil? What wild arugula? 10
Ripe tomatoes are sweet, but those still green
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft vines, cling;
Not to the rain-soaked ground, but, more keen,
Stick to the bamboo stakes I just put in:
Fair potato, beneath the maples, thou canst not leave 15
Thy dirt, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Miracle-Gro, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though sometimes tempted—yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, for thou hast Neptune’s Harvest,
For ever wilt thou grow, and be fair! 20
O heirloom seed! untreated strain! with brede
Of weed control cloth and some seedlings bought,
With forest branches and the pulled weed;
Thou, silent form! dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Lush Pastoral! 25
When bug bites shall this amateur waste,
Thou shalt re-grow, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to Earth, to whom thou say’st,
‘Beauty is a garden, a garden beauty,—that is all
Ye know on eartha, and all ye need to know.’ 30
Written by robin on 06/18/2010 in AITA In The Wild | AITA Original | Blog | Food | Gardening | The Farm
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