Today's poem is by Emily Tuszynska

The Unmown Field
       

Ten years gone and even I
who watched every season
of its changing can no longer
remember the field
that's grown over.
Sheltered by snow-toppled
grasses, the green shoots
of trees hardened,
and by the first June
red cedars tongued
the air above bluestem.
Nothing lasts. Not the field,
not my girlhood, not the baby
I carried until the next came
behind him. Now my daughter
is the one who is young,
and already too heavy
to carry. Doves croon
to her from new pines
as they did from the pines
of my childhood. The sorrow
in their song is the sorrow
of the human listener,
old sorrow that somehow
I knew even then.

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Copyright © 2024 Emily Tuszynska All rights reserved
from Surfacing
Grayson Books
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