Vespers

by Louise Glück


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. All this
belongs to you: on the other hand,
I planted the seeds, I watched the first shoots
like wings tearing the soil, and it was my heart
broken by the blight, the black spot so quickly
multiplying in the rows. I doubt
you have a heart, in our understanding of
that term. You who do not discriminate
between the dead and the living, who are, in consequence,
immune to foreshadowing, you may not know
how much terror we bear, the spotted leaf,
the red leaves of the maple falling
even in August, in early darkness: I am responsible
for these vines.

please note: art by Julius Guzy

Comments

  1. I love this poem! It reminds me of my Greenprints magazine (essays & poems about gardening). I'm not a gardener at all, but it reminds me of growing up in NC...

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  2. Hmmmm...you having the same kind of summer we're having? It's a miracle we have tomatoes this year. Call me a dolt, but I'm still pondering the title.

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