Killing the Plants


Killing the Plants Jane Kenyon
That year I discovered the virtues of plants as companions: they don't argue, they don't ask for much, they don't stay out until 3:00 A.M., then lie to you about where they've been.... I can't summon the ambition to repot this grape ivy, of this sad old cactus, or even to move them out onto the porch for the summer, where their lives would certainly improve. I give them a grudging dash of water – that's all they get. I wonder if they suspect	that like Hamlet I rehearse murder all hours of the day and night, considering the town dump and compost pile as possible graves.... The truth is that if I permit them to live, they will go on giving alms to the poor: sweet air, miraculous flowers, the example of persistence.

Killing the Plants
Jane Kenyon

That year I discovered the virtues
of plants as companions: they don't
argue, they don't ask for much,
they don't stay out until 3:00 A.M., then
lie to you about where they've been....

I can't summon the ambition
to repot this grape ivy, of this sad
old cactus, or even to move them out
onto the porch for the summer,
where their lives would certainly
improve. I give them
a grudging dash of water – that's all
they get. I wonder if they suspect

that like Hamlet I rehearse murder
all hours of the day and night,
considering the town dump
and compost pile as possible graves....

The truth is that if I permit them
to live, they will go on giving
alms to the poor: sweet air, miraculous
flowers, the example of persistence.

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