Comments on: The Color Green

By: Rebecca

Rebecca — Tue, 11 Apr 2006 19:42:00 +0000

A wonderful poem. I think it is now, too, one of my favorites.Yes, Beth, the wisteria is magnificent!!!

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Tue, 11 Apr 2006 15:15:00 +0000

very vivid, thank you for sharing. reminds me of one of my favorite poems, which i'll share with you here:<>What the dog perhaps hears<><>by Lisel Mueller<>If an inaudible whistleblown between our lipscan send him home to us, then silence is perhapsthe sound of spiders breathingand roots mining the earth; it may be asparagus heaving, headfirst, into the lightand the long brown soundof cracked cups, when it happens. We would like to ask the dogif there is a continuous whirbecause the child in the house keeps growing, if the snakereally stretches full lengthwithout a click and the sunbreaks through clouds withouta decibel of effort, whether in autumn, when the treesdry up their wells, there isn't a shuddertoo high for us to hear.What is it like up thereabove the shut-off levelof our simple ears?For us there was no birth cry,the newborn bird is suddenly here, the egg broken, the nest alive,and we heard nothing when the world changed.

By: Beth

Beth — Tue, 11 Apr 2006 12:24:00 +0000

In the afternoon, as I drive down the Durham Freeway to pick up my children from school, I have moments of pure joy as the fragrance from all the wisteria huddled in groups along the highway, wafts into my car. I enjoy it so much that even in recent days when it has been cooler out, I still drive down the highway with both windows open so I won’t miss this fleeting opportunity to inhale the perfume of the wisteria.