May Swenson Blue Poems
- 1. Strawberrying
My hands are murder-red. Many a plump head
drops on the heap in the basket. Or, ripe
to bursting, they might be hearts, matching
the blackbirds's wing-fleck. Gripped to a reed
... - 2. Feel Me
â??Feel me to do right,â? our father said on his deathbed.
We did not quite knowâ??in fact, not at allâ??what he meant.
His last whisper was spent as through a slot in a wall.
He left us a key, but how did it fit? â??Feel me
... - 3. Blue
Blue, but you are Rose, too,
and buttermilk, but with blood
dots showing through.
A little salty your white
... - 4. The Lowering
The flag is folded
lengthwise, and lengthwise again,
folding toward the open edge,
so that the union of stars on the blue
...
