Sunday, April 2, 2017

Plant Dreaming Deep

The poet May Sarton was a gung-ho gardener in her middle and later years.  Her book Plant Dreaming Deep is a memoir about her creating/restoring a garden in the house she purchased in Maine.

Here is one of her gardening poems:

An Observation

True gardeners cannot bear a glove
Between the sure touch and the tender root,
Must let their hands grow knotted as they move
With a rough sensitivity about
Under the earth, between the rock and shoot,
Never to bruise or wound the hidden fruit.
And so I watched my mother's hands grow scarred,
She who could heal the wounded plant or friend
With the same vulnerable yet rigorous love;
I minded once to see her beauty gnarled,
But now her truth is given me to live,
As I learn for myself we must be hard
To move among the tender with an open hand,
And to stay sensitive up to the end
Pay with some toughness for a gentle world.

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