Heaven For Stanley

For his birthday, I gave Stanley a hyacinth bean,
an annual, so he wouldn't have to wait for the flowers.

He said, Mark, I have just the place for it!
as if he'd spent ninety-eight years

anticipating the arrival of this particular vine.

I thought poetry a brace against time,
the hours held up for study in a voice's cool saline,

but his allegiance is not to permanent forms.
His garden's all furious change,

budding and rot and then the coming up again;

why prefer any single part of the round?
I don't know that he'd change a word of it;

I think he could be forever pleased
to participate in motion. Something opens.

He writes it down. Heaven steadies
and concentrates near the lavender. He's already there.

by Mark Doty

Comments (7)

Not a high quality poem. It confirms my view that any old poem hits the spot for the administrators of this site. What criteria is used to decide the rating of this poet? I don't expect an answer.
I have come back to read this a few times today and each time I have visited I have fallen for this beautiful poem. 'but his allegiance is not to permanent forms. His garden's all furious change' And... 'I think he could be forever pleased to participate in motion. Something opens. He writes it down. Heaven steadies and concentrates near the lavender. He's already there. So impressed by the movement and change images in your poem
Coming up again! Thanks for sharing.
His garden's all furious change, budding and rot and then the coming up again; I think he could be forever pleased.... // Beautifully articulated philosophy of life. Thanks.
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