from 'While Passing Through'/Winter
I bite, gouge, tear it—
and it gives fragrance.
by Glen Kappy
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Because Of What You Have Done, A Heart Song
Semi-Retired In Early Spring
25 Nov 2017 12:30
The I and It, the take and give of this poem reach deep into the heart of being.
12 Aug 2017 03:30
WOW! After all that heavy action, you are rewarded with fragrance, one of nature's gentlest things. There is an unexpected contrast implied in this operation between the violent gestures and the luminous closing. It takes a mind of stillness to perceive this contrast and express it merely as natural fact with no TENDENTIOUS MORAL drawn. I sense both the speaker and the orange are pure beings.