Sunday, May 15, 2011

"Poem in your post" is hosted by the wonderful Laurie over at What She Read.  Come check it out.




A Work of Artifice by Marge Piercy


The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
could have grown eighty feet tall
on the side of a mountain
till split by lightning.
But a gardener
carefully pruned it.
It is nine inches high.
Every day as he
whittles back the branches
the gardener croons,
It is your nature
to be small and cozy,
domestic and weak;
how lucky, little tree,
to have a pot to grow in.
With living creatures
one must begin very early
to dwarf their growth:
the bound feet,
the crippled brain,
the hair in curlers,
the hands you
love to touch.




My housemate introduced me to this poem last night, and I'm quite smitten with it.  I love the irony of the crippling care.

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