Saturday, May 25, 2013

First Lilacs





The Lilac Thief

This year I looked for lilacs
off the beaten track
in places no longer tended –

A different kind of boundary,
long rows where once houses stood,
lots now empty.

I love the deeper purple of old bushes,
their crushed bloomets falling into my hand
taken from gnarled bark bearing heavy plumage.

I am the local lilac thief,
that one who stops to follow
the scent of unseen blossoms.

Jacqueline Gens
2004



2 comments:

  1. Beautiful...AJM

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  2. The depth and complexity of this is remarkable; the poet is indeed a thief who steals beauty and keeps it forever in the confines of the poem. Really Keatsian, Jackie, and very well done.

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