It is a fairing, not a show –
It is the plough – the drum –
That weeds the water from the soil –
An honest thumb.
It is a gift and not the cost –
It is a chair – a hand –
Home the word we deftly sew
Is hard to mend.
It is the sufferance and swerve –
It is the holding merry;
Cream on ice cream cracks – the Birth –
And the Rosemary.
It is the plough – the drum –
That weeds the water from the soil –
An honest thumb.
It is a gift and not the cost –
It is a chair – a hand –
Home the word we deftly sew
Is hard to mend.
It is the sufferance and swerve –
It is the holding merry;
Cream on ice cream cracks – the Birth –
And the Rosemary.
© kate marlais 2011
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| Octavio Paz, Three Poems 4, Robert Motherwell (1987) |
