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Ann Stanford is the author of Holding Our Own: The Selected Poetry of Ann Stanford (Copper Canyon Press, 2001).

Done With

Ann Stanford
My house is torn down--
Plaster sifting, the pillars broken,
Beams jagged, the wall crushed by the bulldozer.
The whole roof has fallen
On the hall and the kitchen
The bedrooms, the parlor.

They are trampling the garden--
My mother's lilac, my father's grapevine, 
The freesias, the jonquils, the grasses.
Hot asphalt goes down
Over the torn stems, and hardens.

What will they do in springtime
Those bulbs and stems groping upward
That drown in earth under the paving,
Thick with sap, pale in the dark
As they try the unrolling of green.

May they double themselves
Pushing together up to the sunlight,
May they break through the seal stretched above them
Open and flower and cry we are living.

Copyright © 2000 by Ann Stanford. Reprinted by permission of Copper Canyon Press. All rights reserved.

Copyright © 2000 by Ann Stanford. Reprinted by permission of Copper Canyon Press. All rights reserved.

Ann Stanford

Ann Stanford is the author of Holding Our Own: The Selected Poetry of Ann Stanford (Copper Canyon Press, 2001).