The Day

By Geoffrey Brock Geoffrey Brock
It hangs on its
                stem like a plum
at the edge of a
               darkening thicket.

It’s swelling and
               blushing and ripe
and I reach out a
               hand to pick it

but flesh moves
               slow through time
and evening
               comes on fast

and just when I
               think my fingers
might seize that
               sweetness at last

the gentlest of
               breezes rises
and the plum lets
               go of   the stem.

And now it’s my
               fingers ripening
and evening that’s
               reaching for them.

Source: Poetry (May 2013).

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This poem originally appeared in the May 2013 issue of Poetry magazine

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 Geoffrey  Brock

Biography

Born in Atlanta, Geoffrey Brock received an MFA from the University of Florida and a PhD from the University of Pennsylvania. Brock’s poetry has been featured in several anthologies, including Best American Poetry 2007. His first collection of poetry, Weighing Light (2005), won the New Criterion Poetry Prize.

Commenting on the resemblance of Brock’s poetry to Philip Larkin’s, critic David C. Ward noted that Brock “invests his . . .

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Poem Categorization

SUBJECT Living, Growing Old, Life Choices, Time & Brevity, Nature, Trees & Flowers

POET’S REGION U.S., Southern

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