Poem of the week: Montale’s Lemons by Ishion Hutchinson

 

 

Poem of the week: Montale’s Lemons by Ishion Hutchinson

 

 How much of lemon flows..

How much of lemon and   lemonade flow….

In her  home of  summer garden

 Yellow lemons as big as   big

as her jewel box, special mellow

coming out of orchard, where boys

buoyant with kites  play and aim

lemons, no longer they are toys to play;

 

lemons, trees, special aura from garden

as if from their jar just pounded lemons

with juice and flavor to serve a treat

of some VIPS and guests of gathering vital.

Majestic, the master of the house enters

Not askance at the boys, but with all

endeared looks of favor and affinity.

 

Swinging a   book of classics in his hand,

Master looks up at those of luminescent

Lemons hanging as if attached to the leaves.

All to feel at home, to feel the imbibe aura

of lemon and lemonade, a victorious flag  atop.

 

My home, my place of remedy and calyx

Where lemon blossoms are  handy in all shapes.