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    Women in the Garden
    Women in the Garden
    Women in the Garden
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    Women in the Garden

    By Mary Lou Sanelli

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    Poetry. "Sensuous, sensual, brave and insistent, Sanelli's work shows the enclosures we tend provide no refuge. Cruelty, violation, aging or sudden death aren't invaders; they've been under our feet all along: 'the world, suddenly, too over-exposed/ to see, too piercing to hear.' This gardener is...unprotected by pose. Her poems lead us out of self-consciousness into the risk of presence and truth..." - Jody Aliesan. "I came away from her poems resolved to look more intimately at life and with a fervent desire to write down my own observations. That alone is the highest compliment I can pay this excellent poet" - Laurie Wagner Buyer.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPBS Publications
    Release dateMar 4, 2020
    ISBN9781545722404
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      Women in the Garden - Mary Lou Sanelli

      Gardener

      WOMEN IN THE GARDEN

      My neighbor drenches her yard, pumps water

      into a garden gone to seed, pitiful

      heap of weeds, but I don’t think of wastefulness

      but how her white curls lie in stark contrast

      to a rosy scalp, visible through her hair

      as a wound, pink as a tropical morning

      and how spraying mist from an uncoiled hose

      lends serenity to her whole, smooth face.

      When I look up into the limbs of a tree

      it’s difficult to distinguish a single leaf. One

      merely blends with the contours of another

      much like my life entwines with other women=s lives

      so I will know how to take my place

      in the arms of the future.

      I’m wondering about the woman

      next door again, what wills her to care

      for dullness, for flowers collapsed and faded, unfit

      for vases while I rush to the nursery to buy

      what blooms erect and high-priced. How easy.

      How short lived.

      When she opens another umbrella

      of wetness, the shower extends to my garden

      waving with color. Her body leans forward

      as if she longs to follow each silver droplet

      winding its way to the renewal of sea.

      Each day, she is so

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