Poezie

First Rain

(Sorrow ties firshermen\'s knots in my hands...)

1 min lectură·19 decembrie 2010

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Is this how the seed feels in the ground

after first rain?

Is this how the lacquered bean,

with its polished skin,

feels after its first drenching?

Is this how the dicotyledon feels

swelling inside its tight black skin?

holding itself in as long as it can;

afraid, almost, to burst its perfect corset

of loneliness?

Is this how it feels as the two little halves

swell with disbelief, soften, split to disgorge

the pointed green tongue of growth;

tearing, at last, the japanned, the varnished

husk?

Is this how it feels when the pointed tongue

finally expels itself

with a will for life,

for upwards,

spreading the wings of the seed east and west,

as the proud little shoot

climbs skyward, sunwards,

engorging itself on sunlight...

intoxicated on chlorophyll, at last...

soaring, now, soaring,

the wings now

unfolding green,embryonic leaves,

and the discarded husk

now an empty shell clinging, unneeded,

to the stretching neck of the stem-

unrecognized,

an empty rag of what-used-to-be,

a discarded little pouch of what\'s-yet-to-come.

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Philomena van Rijswijk. “First Rain.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/philomena-van-rijswijk/poezie/13964969/first-rain

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