Poetry June 2010

Ironweed

There is a shade of purple in
this flower near summer’s end that makes
you proud to be alive in such
a world, and thrilled to know the gift
of sight. It seems a color sent
from memory or dream. In fields,
along old trails, at pasture edge,
the ironweed bares its vivid tint,
profoundest violet, a note
from farthest star and deepest time,
the glow of sacred royalty
and timbre of eternity
right here beside a dried-up stream.

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Robert Morgan is the author of many books of poetry and prose, including October Crossing (2009) and Boone: A Biography (2007). He teaches at Cornell University.

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