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.
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