April 13 Poetry: Love Should Grow up LIke a Wild Iris in the Fields by Susan Griffin
All in all, this poem is beautiful...the contrast of what love should be and what love is. I sense in it a sadness about how imperfect love can be, but in myself I find that the beauty of love is that it isn't just the iris in the fields it is in cooking, falling on rugs, and all the day to day. That's the invitation of life even- to see these moments as love...
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Love Should Grow up like a Wild Iris in the Fields
Love should grow up like a wild iris in the fields,
unexpected, after a terrible storm, opening a purple
mouth to the rain, with not a thought to the future,
ignorant of the grass and the graveyard of leaves
around, forgetting its own beginning. Love should
grow like a wild iris
but does not.
Love more often is to be found in kitchens at the dinner hour,
tired out and hungry, lingers over table in houses where
the walls record movements; while the cook is probably
and the ingredients of the meal are budgeted, while
a child cries feed me now and her mother not quite
hysterical says over and over, wait just a bit, just a bit
love should grow up in the fields like a wild iris
but never does
really startle anyone, was to be expected, was to be
predicted, is almost absurd, goes on from day to day, not
blindly, gets taken to the cleaners every fall, sings old
songs over and over, and falls on the same piece of rug that
never gets tacked down, gives up, wants to hide, is not
brave, knows too much, is not like an
Iris growing wild but more like
staring into space
in the street
not quite sure
which door it was, annoyed about the sidewalk being
Slippery, trying all the doors, thinking
If love wished the world to be well, it would be well.
grow up like a wild iris, but doesn’t, it come from
the midst of everything else, sees like the iris
of an eye, when the light is right,
feels in blindness and when there is nothing else is
tender, blinks, and opens
face up to the skies.