If I Don't Know.

By alison July 11, 2005 2 Comments 1 Min Read

Delph

If I don’t know how to be thankful enough

for the clusters of white blossom.

on our mock orange, which has grown tall

and graceful, come into it’s own

like a new start just out of ballet school,

and if I don’t know what to do

about those spires of sky-blue delphinium,

then what about the way they look together?

And what about the roses, or just one of them-

that solid pinky-peachy bloom

that hollows towards it’s heart? Outrageous.

I could crush it to bits.

A photograph? A dance to Summer?

I sit on the swing and cry.

The rose. The gardenful. The evening light.

It’s nine o’clock and I can still see everything.

Wendy Cope.

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2 Comments

  1. Gayla says:

    What a vividly perfect poem… just that twilight sort of view that simply makes your heart ache… just the peek that Emily took into Grovers Corners in "OUR TOWN"…. Thanks for sharing this.G.

  2. Gayla says:

    What a vividly perfect poem… just that twilight sort of view that simply makes your heart ache… just the peek that Emily took into Grovers Corners in "OUR TOWN"…. Thanks for sharing this.
    G.

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