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 Contents | April 2002 In This Issue (Contributors) More on poetry from The Atlantic Monthly. |
Riverside Ghazal
by Patricia Clark .....  Hear Patricia Clark read this poem (in RealAudio)Most watery of all the trees, these willows stand in water. Ice pools around the ankles of willows. A tree's name should reveal its nature. Salix babylonica: the first word is for willow. Doesn't it sound stretchy and pliable? Babylonica is for the weeping part of willow. From a quotation in Psalms: by the rivers of Babylon we wept. The people hung harps on willows. The weight gave them a bent, permanent shape. A girl flings her hair down, a young willow. A golden color, like a shout, all the length of the fronds. They light up the willow. Nearby on the concrete ramp, an ice-filled boat waits for the sun to unmoor it, sail it past the willows. In the season of thaw, this ice giving way. By the rivers of America, we wept these willows.
Copyright © 2002 by The Atlantic Monthly Group. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; April 2002; Riverside Ghazal; Volume 289, No. 4; 88. |
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