The Garden Wall

Bricks of the wall,
so much older than the house -
taken I think from a farm pulled down
when the street was built -
narrow bricks of another century.

Modestly, though laid with panels and parapets,
a wall behind the flowers -
roses and hollyhocks, the silver
pods of lupine, sweet-tasting
phlox, gray
lavender -
unnoticed -
but I discovered
the colors in the wall that woke
when spray from the hose
played on its pocks and warts -

a hazy red, a
grain gold, a mauve
of small shadows, sprung
from the quiet dry brown -
archetype
of the world always a step
beyond the world, that can't
be looked for, only
as the eye wanders,
found.

by Denise Levertov

Comments (5)

roses and hollyhocks, the silver pods of lupine, sweet-tasting phlox, grey lavender...this is nicely palpable and pleasingly at odds with expectation. Lovely piece.
This poem tempts me to write a poem on my fence. I can relate to these thoughts in so many ways. Really a pleasant read.
very prettily written and the closure is perfectly done- -archetype of the world always a step beyond the world, that can't be looked for, only as the eye wanders, found. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - taking the poem out of the state of ere prettiness into a more thought-provoking realm
I discovered the colours! ! Nice piece of work.
A beautifully conceived meaningful and thought provoking poem portraying the wear and tear caused by the nature on the bricks of the compound wall of a garden. It may have some spiritual shade too. Thanks for sharing.10 points.