Tuesday, January 22, 2013

A Jar of Poison

A jar holds summer’s peaches, summer’s sun
As if no time has passed: so hold the dream...

Marly Youmans, Inaugural

“A new nation” – what is that
but for a married man to mutter,
“a new wife”?

Perhaps any man
will conceive with liberty if he can;
but isn't the better part of him

dedicated to the awkwardness
of those bonds which connect him with another,
rather than to any proposition?

A jar of summer peaches, you said,
but maybe it is a jar of poison
we are keeping on our shelves.

4 comments:

Big D said...

woof!

Big D said...

WOOF!

marly youmans said...

Well, I said there was shade as well as sun!

Dale said...

I'm afraid circumstances of pomp bring this out in me. Yours was a wonderful, wonderful poem, by the way. This of mine is tangential in the extreme. But you ask for a poem, you have to take what comes, I guess!