Poem Hunter
Colors Passing Through Us
(March 31, 1936 / Detroit, Michigan)

Colors Passing Through Us

Purple as tulips in May, mauve
into lush velvet, purple
as the stain blackberries leave
on the lips, on the hands,
the purple of ripe grapes
sunlit and warm as flesh.
Every day I will give you a color,
like a new flower in a bud vase
on your desk. Every day
I will paint you, as women
color each other with henna
on hands and on feet.

Red as henna, as cinnamon,
as coals after the fire is banked,
the cardinal in the feeder,
the roses tumbling on the arbor
their weight bending the wood
the red of the syrup I make from petals.

Orange as the perfumed fruit
hanging their globes on the glossy tree,
orange as pumpkins in the field,
orange as butterflyweed and the monarchs
who come to eat it, orange as my
cat running lithe through the high grass.

Yellow as a goat's wise and wicked eyes,
yellow as a hill of daffodils,
yellow as dandelions by the highway,
yellow as butter and egg yolks,
yellow as a school bus stopping you,
yellow as a slicker in a downpour.

Here is my bouquet, here is a sing
song of all the things you make
me think of, here is oblique
praise for the height and depth
of you and the width too.
Here is my box of new crayons at your feet.

Green as mint jelly, green
as a frog on a lily pad twanging,
the green of cos lettuce upright
about to bolt into opulent towers,
green as Grand Chartreuse in a clear
glass, green as wine bottles.

Blue as cornflowers, delphiniums,
bachelors' buttons. Blue as Roquefort,
blue as Saga. Blue as still water.
Blue as the eyes of a Siamese cat.
Blue as shadows on new snow, as a spring
azure sipping from a puddle on the blacktop.

Cobalt as the midnight sky
when day has gone without a trace
and we lie in each other's arms
eyes shut and fingers open
and all the colors of the world
pass through our bodies like strings of fire.

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Comments (25)

Dogs eat grass, when they are ill, we read poems about nature, and we sithesise humanityy, acording to species, of botanical wonders. we develop tastes, and styles, pow
Blue as cornflowers, delphiniums, bachelors' buttons. Blue as Roquefort, blue as Saga. Blue as still water. great writing great 10+++++++++++++++++++
I have enjoyed bathing in your words Many pass through life blinkered and miss the treasures that they pass through, sit next to and such is their loss Thank you for the pleasure of you well selected words tha you have given your fellow writer
How rich in visual images this poem is. And how direct and accessible. The fifth stanza brings to mind E.B. Browning's sonnet which begins How do I love thee? But this one offers less of the abstract and more in visual treasure. -GK
Very imaginative poem...With lots of pictures drawn in this wonderful poem...10++
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