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Thursday 29 January 2015

WINTER PEARS . . . . . . . watercolour Poem: My Mother's Pears


My Mother's Pears
By Stanley Kunitz
1905-2006
Worcester, Massachusetts

Plump, green-gold, Worcester's pride,
transported through autumn skies
in a box marked HANDLE WITH CARE

sleep eighteen Bartlett pears,
hand-picked and polished and packed
for deposit at my door,

each in its crinkled nest
with a stub of stem attached
and a single bright leaf like a flag.

A smaller than usual crop,
but still enough to share with me,
as always at harvest time.

These strangers are my friends
whose kindness blesses the house
my mother built at the edge of town

beyond the last trolley-stop
when the century was young, and she
proposed, for her children's sake,

to marry again, not knowing how soon
the windows would grow dark
and the velvet drapes come down.

Rubble accumulates in the yard,
workmen are hammering on the roof,
I am standing knee-deep in dirt

with a shovel in my hand.
Mother has wrapped a kerchief round her head,
her glasses glint in the sun.

When my sisters appear on the scene,
gangly and softly tittering,
she waves them back into the house

to fetch us pails of water,
and they slip out of our sight
in their matching middy blouses.

I summon up all my strength
to set the pear tree in the ground,
unwinding its burlap shroud.

It is taller than I.  "Make room
for the roots!" my mother cries,
"Dig the hole deeper."




WHIMSICAL VERSION

Tuesday 20 January 2015

HOME . . . watercolour


SPOKE INTO BEING
Full of Life
The Fullness of Life
Abundant life
BURSTING WITH AWE, 
WONDER & MYSTERY



Wednesday 14 January 2015