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Out of Bounds

Text of Poem

Black asphalt abides between unbroken curbs of cement,
and orderly rows of streets control their crop
of sprouting traffic by signs of whistle and light,
if schoolchildren push a button, all the cars stop.

A spade defines my lawn at the edge of the walk,
and light poles accept a distance named on a map
in the city’s files, and here the permits live
which allow a house to locate upon the earth’s lap.

In the garden, arranged in beds, the flowers grow
chosen for size, the short stems down in front,
a canary, hemmed in a cage, still likes to sing,
space invites boundaries—as a contrasting stunt

a sunflower, wind-seeded and rowdy, crowds in a plot
of innocent lilies and nods its great yellow head
as if it was pleased to be breaking domestic accord,
as if its seed by chance would be widely spread.

A stroke of the scythe or hoe will empty the space
it usurps and restore the lilies’ prestige. I’ve found
a word from the jungle confounding my patterns of thought
and won’t be dug out where I give it such fertile ground.

First Line
Black asphalt abides between unbroken curbs of cement,
Original Pub Location
Original Publication Date
1966
Original Citation
Wormwood Review 6 (1966) 28.
Complete Poems
162
Word Count
188
Poetic Form
closed
Observations
The poem compares cities to fields; buildings to crops
Themes
Twitter Quote
A stroke of the scythe or hoe will empty the space / it usurps and restore the lilies’ prestige.