Peach Blossom Spring
Big waves crash
on a frigid beach
far from my warm cottage
How did you dare
wade into the water
in just your underwear?
Cold time stretched
winter moved to one side
I get up and walk to the garden
Living in China
how do I dare write a poem
called Peach Blossom Spring?
I hear Eliot
when I write the word peach
and imagine his trousers rolled
Pink blossoms fell
beneath the old peach trees
remembering spring
Under the roses
I find a shell and a bone
listening together to the sea
At my desk
I take a brush
and lightly dust.
Great poem, Rob. Love the Eliot reference and the combination of Eastern and Western allusions. Like so many, Prufrock hooked me as a reader of poetry in my teens.
ReplyDeleteWonderful!! Each stanza, a gem, a standalone gem.
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