For Easter day, the simple grace of a Marie Ponsot poem.
Transport
The rose, for all its behavior,
is smaller than the lifelove it stands for,
only briefly brightening,
and even its odor
only a metaphor.
Or so we suppose
just as we suppose the savior
we employ or see next door
is only some hired man
gardening.
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Walking towards Beth Israel to sit bedside with my father-in-law, I was overcome with sadness to have never had this experience of bringing comfort to my own father, who had left before I was born, spent years in and out of Bellevue, and who I had found too late. It was raining hard and I began to cry. It was clear, suddenly, amazingly, that this visit – and this relationship with my husband’s father – was what I had longed to experience all along, just in a different guise. And somehow, all these years, I had never seen that. Until this moment, in the rain, outside the hospital. Marie’s poem brought me to that moment again. Thank you Marie.
Thank you for a wonderful poem!!
Wait, is the crux of this poem a play on the name “Jesus”?
It’s a striking poem because it transports you from the beauty of the flower to human relationships within a few lines. But more importantly it makes you see how we must go deeper when we judge a person. It’s done so intelligently, so quickly and elegantly that it stuns you with its beauty just as the rose does.
This poem was a let down for me. I love roses and what they are associated with is positive. A gardener engaging in meaningful work is disdained? He or she is saving you from breaking your back. By the way God loves Gardeners.
to hear marie ponsot read her beautiful poems is riveting.
to watch her blue eyes dance up from the page to draw a listener in — an extra helping
of gravy.