Thursday, January 19, 2012

the tomato plants

[excerpts from] october by louise gluck

The light has changed;
middle C is tuned darker now.
And the songs of morning sound over-rehearsed.

It is true that there is not enough beauty in the world.
It is also true that I am not competent to restore it.
Neither is there candor, and here I may be of some use.

I am
at work, though I am silent.

I was young here. Riding
the subway with my small book
as though to defend myself against
the same world:

you are not alone,
the poem said,
in the dark tunnel.

Vespers
by Louise Gl├╝ck
In your extended absence, you permit me
use of earth, anticipating
some return on investment. I must report
failure in my assignment, principally
regarding the tomato plants.
I think I should not be encouraged to grow
tomatoes. Or, if I am, you should withhold
the heavy rains, the cold nights that come
so often here, while other regions get
twelve weeks of summer.



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