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Geranium
A Poem by Kate Northrop
Kate Northrop is a contemporary poet, has published two books of poetry
and is currently an Associate Professor at the University of Wyoming.
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How can you stand it—looking at things?
For example, the geranium
out on the
patio, the single pink
blossom in the sun? Or stand the sunlight
moving through it,
illuminating, holding the
flower open like a high
clear note, an ecstatic
widening
which arrives, arrives. What
do you do with it? While the shrubs and the lowest
overhanging leaves
lift slightly in the wind, the blossom
Camille Monet on a Garden Bench by Claude Monet 1873
doesn't move. It's the object
of affection, and this is how
it hurts you:
by holding the note open—
Past the front of the
apartment, traffic goes by:
one truck, then another
comes on, disappears. And I have
the blossom in my vision—
sunlight, like vision,
making clear the tiniest
hidden veins. I don't know why
I should be here, alive
and having to see this, this bright thing
living in time
or have to see it later, at the end
of the afternoon, when the sun's
lower, its light diagonal across the pot,
its light then pulling away
across the mossed brick
like a wave, only slower,
slower. The blossom is still pink,
but no longer
brilliant. I'll go back
into the
kitchen. But you, are you stronger than I? Can you
stay in love with it? Make promises,
marry it?
Are you so sure
of your position in the world?
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