Summer Garden
~~ & thus you entered
a forest of solitudes
where in this great
sense your life had
been pursued, till like
a shadow breaking off
a rising body, a
need hovered & grew.
Some lined feature of
another fate strives to
be met, sits low
& upright. Those qualities
which had been energy
or grace past pain
wove from the nerves
a nest or instinct.
Your calms are interesting.
Write to us during
this terrible government. A
universe coughs blue &
draws a twiceness from
the mitred now, while
your garden hand spells
the inexhaustible forms~~
FOR ELIZABETH ROBINSON
Copyright Credit: Brenda Hillman, “Summer Garden” from Pieces of Air in the Epic. Copyright © 2005 by Brenda Hillman. Reprinted by permission of Wesleyan University Press.
Source: Pieces of Air in the Epic (Wesleyan University Press, 2005)