Garden Poem

Try Emily Dickenson....?

God knows I have.

PQ- this is one about the Earth as creation- as in garden of eden- and the role of the human (though not necessarily female) in it.

EARTH
by Derek Walcott

Let the day grow on you upward
through your feet
and vegetal knuckles,

to your knees of stone,
until by evening you are a black tree;
feel, with evening,

the swifts thicken in your hair,
the new moon rising out of your forehead,
and the moonlit veins of silver

running from your armpits
like rivulets under white leaves.
Sleep, as ants

cross over your eyelids.
You have never possessed anything
as deeply as this.

This is all you have owned
from the first outcry
through forever;

you can never be dispossessed.


or this one which I interpret to be about the return of spring to the earth:

I Saw the Daughter of the Sun
by Elizabeth Daryush

I saw the daughter of the sun, she stood
Under the north rise of the copse, where now
the shade-hoar faded, where began to show
Pale primrose heads, fresh as her own pale hood
Of straight hair, groups of early mercury
No greener than her own plain sheeny gown-
Long had I wandered in the winter-town
Of smoke-grey fog, of stone-grey field and tree.

Nor girl she seemed, nor goddess; her grave face
Soft as a child's yet wise, brighter than spring,
More warm than summer, had strange shadowing,
Than mundane lustre held both more and less;

No mirth was there, no glee, no eagerness
No love, save love for every living thing.

Ogden Nash:

Madam
I'm Adam.