The Garden Poem by Mark Strand
The Garden
It shines in the garden,
in the white foliage of the chestnut tree,
in the brim of my father's hat
as he walks on the gravel.
In the garden suspended in time
my mother sits in a redwood chair:
light fills the sky,
the folds of her dress,
the roses tangled beside her.
And when my father bends
to whisper in her ear,
when they rise to leave
and the swallows dart
and the moon and stars
have drifted off together, it shines.
Even as you lean over this page,
late and alone, it shines: even now
in the moment before it disappears.
Mark Strand, "The Garden" from Selected Poem
this is poetic garden where father bends to whisper in her ear, when they rise to leave and the swallows dart and the moon and stars have drifted off together, it shines...../// beautiful expression
Nothing like a leisurely time with your family in your home garden. This is beautiful poem. Love the impressionism.
Love of each other and Mother Earth great imagery I enjoyed this poem
Beautiful poem with fascinating inscription. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the modern poem of the day.
This beautiful poem describes the philosophical garden through a cosmic, an interior, and a spiritual angle of view. Readers are endowed to see this garden with their eyes of thought. This glow is described as equally material and spiritual. Moreover, it can penetrate both space and time. This glow is strong because it contains holiness. I loved reading this poem.
The poem has such a magical effect that i like to read it again and again. Very beautifully crafted to make it interesting. Thanks for sharing and congrats.
What a lovely poem! Congratulations on being chosen as poet of the day!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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in the white foliage of the chestnut tree, still we remember your father's walk after reading this excellent poem. We hear the whisper. Leaning over this page the garden is selected wonderfully. This poem touches mind and soul and this is the best choice of many readers.