Thursday, April 17, 2014

National Poetry Month Poem of the Day: ‘Here, There Are Blueberries’ By Mary Szybist

by Jason Diamond)

To celebrate National Poetry Month, Flavorwire will be posting a poem a day. Today’s poem comes from National Book Award winner Mary Szybist’s Incarnadine.

“Here, There Are Blueberries” By Mary Szybist

When I see the bright clouds, a sky empty of moon and stars,
I wonder what I am, that anyone should note me.

Here there are blueberries, what should I fear?

Here there is bread in thick slices, of whom should I be afraid?

Under the swelling clouds, we spread our blankets.
Here in this meadow, we open our baskets

to unpack blueberries, whole bowls of them,

berries not by the work of our hands, berries not by the work of our fingers.

what taste the bright world has, whole fields
without wires, the blackened moss, the clouds

swelling at the edges of the meadow. And for this,
I did nothing, not even wonder.

You must live for something, they say.
People don’t live just to keep on living.

But here is the quince tree, a sky bright and empty.
Here there are blueberries, there is no need to note me.

“Here, There Are Blueberries” copyright © 2013 by Mary Szybist, from Incarnadine. Used by permission of Graywolf Press. All rights reserved.