One Poem. One Planet. — Muriel Rukeyser



In the full sun. In the fruitfall season.
Against my knees the earth and the bucket, and the soft blue prunes
echoing red      echoing purple      echoing in the silver bucket
sun, and over the flames of earth the sun flies down.

Over my head the little trees tremble alive in their black branches
and bare-ribbed boys golden and shouting stoop here to gather the blue,
the wild-red, the dark.      Colors of ripeness in the fruitfall season.
I will remember the last light on the lowest branch.

Will see these trees as they were in spring, wild black rooted in light,
root-deep in noon, the piercing yellow noon of mustard-blossom.
Sun breathing on us the scent of heat, richness of air where my hands know
blue, full summer, strong sun.      I tell you harvest.


–Muriel Rukeyser, (USA)


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