Tag: translucence

All the love you will ever feel
you have always carried within you

The pellet you think love is

blooms into stone,
into flame, into glass

The tree knows
how to feed every part of itself

When you tap the tree
to drink it
it speaks to you

There is sweetness in you
All the self can do
is melt
~Hannah Stephenson from “Sap Season”

It never mattered that there was once a vast grieving:

trees on their hillsides, in their groves, weeping—
a plastic gold dropping

through seasons and centuries to the ground—
until now.

The clear air we need to find each other in is
gone forever, yet

this resin once
collected seeds, leaves and even small feathers as it fell
and fell

which now in a sunny atmosphere seem as alive as
they ever were

as though the past could be present and memory itself
a Baltic honey—

a chafing at the edges of the seen, a showing off of just how much
can be kept safe

inside a flawed translucence.
~Eavan Boland, from “Amber” in The Wake Forest Book of Irish Women’s Poetry (2011)

The last remaining cherry tree on our farm,
a Royal Anne,
has stood between house and barn for over 100 years.
This year, its branch joints and bark defects are bleeding – oozing sculptures of amber sap.

The resin is hard and glass-like,
reflecting the tree’s slow internal circulation,
changing subtly day by day.

Though its cherries burst months ago
with juicy flavor,
now it bleeds crystalline flames from its wounds.

What a gift is this love bleeding out
as it moves deep inside an old trunk.
In its thirsty anguish, our dear cherry tree is weeping,
creating glass fruit reflecting Light.