Monday, 18 August 2014

Day 759: Peaches

There's something indescribably delicious about peaches, isn't there? They're the mascot fruit of summer, orbs of sunset-coloured delight, that taste like sun on a sunkissed summer's day.

In this poem, Li-Young Lee, a much-loved American poet renowned for his tender lyrics, equates peaches most fittingly and beautifully, with joy. The result is gorgeous, a poem that blossoms forth from the page.

From Blossoms - Li-Young Lee 

From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward   
signs painted Peaches.

From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into   
the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

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