A. Baez Posted March 24, 2020 Share Posted March 24, 2020 I visited an old estate today Whose gardens, much acclaimed throughout the world, Spread out beyond the gated entranceway In scenic splendors gradually unfurled. Bright potted blooms sprung beaming by the drive, While further off, large topiary yews Rose stoutly in the air. The site, alive With summer, traded sunned and shaded views. This composition—classical, restrained— Bespoke the glories of a golden age: An equilibrium perchance ordained By god-directors on an earthly stage. I set off lightly down a stone-laid path With boxwood gathered cloudlike at each side; Here, no hint of nature’s chastening wrath Impinged upon man’s flourishes of pride. Proceeding, I pressed forward on a walk Of gravel, through an arch of climbing vines And ramblers—where a long, inquiring stalk Of fragrant musk rose, with its fuzzy spines, Pressed toward my face with luscious pale-pink blooms. Aha! At once, I almost could distill A wayward slant within these outdoor rooms! Though order reigned, I glimpsed some riot spill From bush and bending bough. Each bordered sward Spoke elegance, encasing gemlike pools— Appointed, each, with cherubs keeping guard— Yet moss had gathered round the sculpted stools. Still rapt by these core plats, I shortly passed Into the grounds beyond—deep green and vast. Mincing, I issued from that inner fold To find ahead a trilling rivulet With flowers on either side; yet how controlled Was even this—a cautious, cool vignette! Nonetheless, as in some scattered spots I’d seen before, there crept a shaggy clump Of unmown grass—a few forgotten blots Upon this bloom-besprinkled sphere; a bump Of wild daylilies, mowed along with lawn; And, further yet afield, a sprawling mire Spread forth, less fettered still. Here berries’ brawn Arose obscenely through the bulbs—each briar Announcing more desuetude in this place— Until, at once, stopped short all tended space. There meadows shot up—shaggy, coarse, and plain; Wiry weeds and scabbed grass, and the mad buzz Of insects’ millions; here the splattering rain Had mothered slug and bug and mugworts’ fuzz. Beyond, thick woodlands, reckless and abrupt, Loomed, calling, “Ho, enough of tended stuff! We are what’s real!”—threatening to erupt— Ah, dizzy, blowsy trees—nature’s high rough Abandon! And so I mused upon the human mind: Its own mild garths and cool Augustan plots Were laid for promenades—sedate, refined— A genteel garden park, it seems, of thoughts. Or so it might appear—yet gather close, O marveling guest, round something slantwise spied: An errant feature free of plan or pose— A rankling thing you’d wish you hadn’t eyed! Here, stark, the prankster stands—perhaps a spire Of malice rising prideful in the air; Perhaps a wild confusion of desire; Perhaps a raw delusion, none too rare. Unchecked, untrimmed, they hint at countless more Uncomely details sprung at every edge Of reason’s fair cross-axis, past the door Of harmony’s last stand; truth’s final hedge. Observe: my own best traits were raised by force In soil hauled in from some more fertile strand. My consciousness, when nature takes its course, Still bristles, as if tended by no hand. Stripped were the grounds from which my grace was carved; Spaded, seeded, hoed its gaping womb— Beaten and blazed its weeds; its vermin starved To press my brain toward paths and gorgeous bloom. Friend, pass no further from my watered spheres, Well-groomed to please men’s civil hands and eyes! For past these bounds, a roiling madness rears; The way of chaos rules and wilds arise! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted April 6, 2020 Share Posted April 6, 2020 Enjoyable AB. Some Wordsworthian rapture, but some contemporary notes too. Particularly liked the fun in... Had mothered slug and bug and mugworts’ fuzz. I wasn't familiar with the word desuetude, but on googling I found I liked the sound. Wasn't sure about your use of mincing? May I suggest blousy instead of blowsy. Are there particular aspects of the poem that are causing you some doubt? best Phil Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
A. Baez Posted April 7, 2020 Author Share Posted April 7, 2020 Thanks, Phil, for reading through all this, and I'm glad you enjoyed it! I'm also pleased that you feel the poem melds some old and some new...that's typically my goal with poetry. The line you quoted happens to be my favorite in the whole poem, too! I figured mincing, defined as Quote Walking with an affected delicacy or fastidiousness, typically with short quick steps was appropriate, since I find I often adopt such a self-conscious gait when I'm in fancy surroundings! "Blowsy," defined as Quote Having a sloppy or unkempt appearance or aspect : frowsy is the meaning I was trying to convey in describing the trees. I'm not sure I'd ever heard of the word "blousy," which apparently means Quote Resembling or characteristic of a blouse; loose, flowing but I guess that could work, too--it just depends what I most want to say! Quote Are there particular aspects of the poem that are causing you some doubt? Yes--the part starting Quote And so I mused upon the human mind: where I transition all that's preceded into a metaphor for the human psyche. I wonder if I've done this as deftly as possible; whether I've been too telly or obvious, whether it feels smooth or ranklingly unexpected, and whether it's too long or too short, especially relative to all that's preceded. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted April 8, 2020 Share Posted April 8, 2020 That passage is fine. I like the the prankster. Quote Perhaps a wild confusion of desire; Perhaps a raw delusion, none too rare. Like the sonic play of confusion/delusion and raw/rare. In the UK, mincing is associated with an effeminate male. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
A. Baez Posted April 8, 2020 Author Share Posted April 8, 2020 Good, glad to hear it Thanks! I'm not used to negotiating such a shift, especially in such a sweeping context. Oh, we don't have that connotation to "mincing" over here! Interesting! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted May 2, 2020 Share Posted May 2, 2020 I normally go out of my way to avoid reading long poems. You probably already figured that out from my penchant for frivolous and/or short verse and my short attention span. But with some time on my hands and a commitment to catch up on everything I bypassed in April, here I am. And if I hadn't read this poem I would have missed this line: On 3/23/2020 at 9:59 PM, A. Baez said: Had mothered slug and bug and mugworts’ fuzz. Best line I've read all day! I love the whimsey and the sonics of it. This piece is kind of mesmerizing but your line woke me up. I needed that. Actually the whole strophe in which I found it describes my yard where blackberries invade like hoards. I rather enjoyed reading this, amazed that you could maintain the alternate rhyme through out. ~~Judi After I wrote this, I saw Badge's comment about the same line. It is a winner. And yes "mincing" has been used connoting effeminate men here in the western US. But the way you used it in this piece, I understood and never went there. 1 Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
A. Baez Posted May 2, 2020 Author Share Posted May 2, 2020 Quote I normally go out of my way to avoid reading long poems. Actually, I do, too! And I've only ever written one other that's anywhere near this long. But for this topic, the length just felt natural. And I like the idea of being versatile in form, subject matter, and tone. (An obvious new frontier for me would be writing free verse that's actually good.) Thank you so much for taking the time to read this poem. As a poet, it's a lot to ask of any reader. I'm sorry if this one had you almost nodding off, but I'm glad it had the tonic for that built in! I was definitely trying to hit a rankling note with the "wild side" section. Quote Actually the whole strophe in which I found it describes my yard where blackberries invade like hoards. Lol! Hopefully your two new helpers can gradually get this under control. 🙂 I'm glad to hear you also like my over-the-top "mothered" line! I like getting a bit crazy with words sometimes--English has so much to offer in that way. Quote And yes "mincing" has been used connoting effeminate men here in the western US. But the way you used it in this piece, I understood and never went there. Hmm! Maybe it has where I live, too, and I just don't know it! I'll have to try to find out. I'm glad that at least, the word didn't strike the wrong note for you in this poem. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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