Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHERRY BLOSSOMS BLOWING IN WEST BLOWING SNOW, by JAMES GALVIN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: In all the farewells in all the airports in all the profane dawns Last Line: Among cherry blossoms blowing in west, blowing in snow, weren’t we something? Subject(s): Life | ||||||||
The industry of flowers Is dying young. My friend Ray, I'm afraid, is gone. His crook was a shovel, His flock was water. Winter his flock was snow, So Ray built snowfences along the ditches And shoveled in spring To make them run. Ray was a water engineer, Which means He filled the reservoir For the ranchers On the prairie. Upwind, downstream, Almost just in time, Ray just wanted to help someone By building a bridge Across a ditch Or clearing a neighbor's winter road. (He even gathered mountain phlox, Which looks like melting snow, For a certain widow's windowbox.) It's hard to be happy In such a dry country. Ray filled the reservoir For the ranches on the prairie, Where otherwise only weeds would grow. Up the mountain, early spring, He shouldered his shovel Like a single, useless wing. Under the grass was the last thing he wanted, Which means he wanted it at last. All the ditches filled with snow, The headgates froze. Moth wings drifted On windowsills, And the ants came along in single file. Each one shouldered a wing And climbed the window into the sky, As if to show us humility, The science of living on. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRIVILEGE OF BEING by ROBERT HASS SEAWATER STIFFENS CLOTH by JANE HIRSHFIELD SAYING YES TO LIVING by DAVID IGNATOW THE WORLD IS SO DIFFICULT TO GIVE UP by DAVID IGNATOW A DISCRETE LOVE POEM by JAMES GALVIN |
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