C.H. Sisson published at least seven poems with “garden” in the title, including “To a Garden Asleep,” “The Garden of Epicurus,” “The Garden of the Hesperides,” “No Garden,” “Gardening” and “The Herb-Garden.” Here is “The Garden” (Anchises, 1976):
“Am I not fortunate in my garden?
When I awake in it the trees bow
Sensibly. There is a church tower in the distance,
There are two, underneath the maze of leaves
“And at my back bells, over the stone wall
Fall tumbling on my head. Fortunate men
Love home, are not often abroad, sleep
Rather than wake and when they wake, rejoice.”
The poem echoes with Genesis, Andrew Marvell and Dr. Johnson. I love those last two and a half lines, including the repetition of “fortunate.” For Sisson, a garden is a rooted refuge, as normal as the seasons.