November Love Story

Fall_leaf_watercolor,_William_Eaton,_Dec_2017[1]On the sidewalk by a plant store on East 10th Street

A dying little plant, mainly brown twigs

Dumbly awaiting the garbage collector


One of the workers shrugged—it’s all yours and free

On my warm bathroom ledge, the warming mists

With others to lend their soft leafy shoulders


As I shower I marvel at the tiny new leaves

Health appears reborn and with it happiness

(And my son, his shampoo’s place taken over?)


I wonder, too, of what species she will be

Who may life embrace greenly with my son and me?


— Poem and watercolor by William Eaton, November 2017

∩ Subsequently, to make more room for my son, I was able to give away one large and one very large jade plant, with me for ten years or so. There was a desolation or emptiness or shock—to have just gotten rid of these companions or children. As if I might give away my son. And into the care of another whose caretaking abilities and style I knew very little about. This has somehow connected in my mind with lines, read this same, giving-away day, from T.S. Eliot’s “The Dry Salvages” (III):

I sometimes wonder if that is what Krishna meant—

Among other things—or one way of putting the same thing:

That the future is a faded song, a Royal Rose or a lavender spray

Of wistful regret for those who are not yet here to regret,

Pressed between yellow leaves of a book that has never been opened.

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Art, Sex, Politics cover from AmazonIn a new, provocative collection of essays, William Eaton, the author of Surviving the Twenty-First Century, shares the pleasures of questions, tastes, reading and more visual arts. “That we are animals, that is as sure as ever. How savagely we behave! And how affectionately rub up against one another. How, desperately, make love?”

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Categories: Poems (including Limericks)

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3 replies

  1. Yes, I love this one. We might all be able to shed our brown leaves and put out tender green ones–under the right circumstances!


  1. Nurture – montaigbakhtinian

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