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Gary Witt - Seisin

2014-11-07 3 Dailymotion

There is dirt from this garden <br />Under my fingernails, <br />And in the cuffs of my trousers. <br />I alone prune the roses that loom <br />With thorny, threatening fragrance <br />Around my head; <br />I alone uproot the grass, <br />The bindweed and thistle; <br />Clearing dead branches from the olive tree; <br />Removing that which does not belong, <br />Adding promise to the possible. <br />So, if this garden is anything other than wild <br />I alone am responsible for its civility. <br /> <br />Do not tell me I cannot, that I do not, <br />Own this garden; <br />Or that I tend it for someone else <br />Whom I have never seen, <br />And possibly never will. <br />For though I often despise the effort, <br />Though I curse the ground <br />And the grantor in fee, <br />I know my claim to this garden. <br />This is the seisin that I have received: <br />It is under my fingernails; <br />I empty it every evening <br />From the cuffs of my trousers.<br /><br />Gary Witt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seisin/

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