There are days we live as if death were nowhere

Happy summer, readers. This achingly beautiful poem is brought to you by Li-Young Lee and the bag of peaches I purchased from the farmers’ market this morning.

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“From Blossoms”

From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.

From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.


3 thoughts on “There are days we live as if death were nowhere

  1. Impossibly beautiful! It captures the essence of summer, of peaches, of living completely in the constant unfurling of mements. What a stat to the day!

    I’m slowly getting stronger and stronger, pain is dropping, and I’m able to maintain some sort of intellectual focus (I was able to read an entire issue of Time – not yet ready for the demands of Atlantic or Harpers.

    Natalie, I’m feeling (finally) the upward arc of this recovery. Thanks for helping me get to this position.


    Sent from my iPhone

    “Find the Good and praise it”


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