Blackberries for Amelia

23 April 2010

Fringing the woods, the stone walls, and the lanes,
Old thickets everywhere have come alive,
Their new leaves reaching out in fans of five
From tangles overarched by this year’s canes.

They have their flowers, too, it being June,
And here or there in brambled dark-and-light
Are small, five-petalled blooms of chalky white,
As random-clustered and as loosely strewn

As the far stars, of which we are now told
That ever faster do they bolt away,
And that a night may come in which, some say,
We shall have only blackness to behold.

I have no time for any change so great,
But I shall see the August weather spur
Berries to ripen where the flowers were —
Dark berries, savage-sweet and worth the wait —

And there will come the moment to be quick
And save some from the birds,and I shall need
Two pails, old clothes in which to stain and bleed,
And a grandchild to talk with while we pick.

–Richard Wilbur

Previously:
Hummingbird
Indian Summer at Lands End
Coda

P.S. Do you guys like the Friday poems? I started posting them in April for National Poetry Month, but I can keep going if y’all are enjoying them...

2 Responses to “Blackberries for Amelia”

  1. Beth

    Love the poetry! I say keep it coming – in addition to the other fun stuff!!

  2. Charity

    yes….the poems are fun!