Nevertheless


You"ve seen a strawberry
that"s had a struggle; yet
was, where the fragments met,

a hedgehog or a star-
fish for the multitude
of seeds. What better food

than apple-seeds - the fruit
within the fruit - locked in
like counter-curved twin

hazel-nuts? Frost that kills
the little rubber-plant-
leaves of kok-saghyz-stalks, can"t

harm the roots; they still grow
in frozen ground. Once where
there was a prickly-pear-

leaf clinging to barbed wire,
a root shot down to grow
in earth two feet below;

as carrots form mandrakes
or a ram"s horn root some-
times. Victory won"t come

to me unless I go
to it; a grape-tendril
ties a knot in knots till

knotted thirty times, -- so
the bound twig that"s under-
gone and over-gone, can"t stir.

The weak overcomes its
menace, the strong over-
comes itself. What is there

like fortitude! What sap
went through that little thread
to make the cherry red!


作者
玛丽安·摩尔

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