Apiary 40

By Carol Frost b. 1948 Carol Frost
The humble sense of being alive   
under the towering sun   
fills the nectary and ripens apricots   
down to the last one,   
if Mnemosyne wakens from apathy   
each moment. It is the soft burly sound   
of a bee tumbled in fritillary,   
is it not?   
But if memory, as if to illustrate   
the mind was not yours to have,   
the mind was not given,   
fails us, leaving us in our underpants   
in the garden, should we not   
hate the garden,   
or the woman whose garden   
it is? And sunlight. Thunder.   
Rain. Hardened in heart against   
what earth compels and seizes,   
goddamning, goddamned rain.

Source: Poetry (March 2009).

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This poem originally appeared in the March 2009 issue of Poetry magazine

March 2009
 Carol  Frost

Biography

Carol Frost was born in 1948 in Lowell, Massachusetts. She studied at the Sorbonne and earned degrees from the State University of Oneonta and Syracuse University. The author of numerous collections of poetry, including Honeycomb: Poems (2010), The Queen’s Desertion (2006), I Will Say Beauty (2003), Love and Scorn: New and Selected Poems (2000),  and the chapbook The Salt Lesson (1976), she has received grants from the National . . .

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Poem Categorization

SUBJECT Living, Growing Old, Activities, Gardening

POET’S REGION U.S., Southern

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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