{"id":233248,"date":"2023-04-10T12:01:16","date_gmt":"2023-04-10T11:01:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/?p=233248"},"modified":"2023-04-10T03:47:26","modified_gmt":"2023-04-10T02:47:26","slug":"patience-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/2023\/04\/patience-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Patience"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cThe spirit of joy as a force-field of connection comes alive in Gay\u2019s poem.\u201d<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Call it sloth; call it sleaze;
\ncall it bummery if you please;
\nI\u2019ll call it patience;
\nI\u2019ll call it joy, this,
\nmy supine congress
\nwith the newly yawning grass
\nand beetles chittering
\nin their offices
\nbeneath me, as I
\nnearly drifting to dream
\nadmire this so-called weed which,
\nif I guarded with teeth bared
\nmy garden of all alien breeds,
\nif I was all knife and axe
\nand made a life of hacking
\nwould not have burst gorgeous forth and beckoning
\nthese sort of phallic spires
\nringleted by these sort of vaginal blooms
\nwhich the new bees, being bees, heed;
\nand yes, it is spring, if you can\u2019t tell
\nfrom the words my mind makes
\nof the world, and everything
\nmakes me mildly or more
\nhungry\u2014the worm turning
\nin the leaf mold; the pear blooms
\nhowling forth their pungence
\nlike a choir of wet-dreamed boys
\nhiking up their skirts; even
\nthe neighbor cat\u2019s shimmy
\nthrough the grin in the fence,
\nand the way this bee
\nbefore me after whispering
\nin my ear dips her head
\ninto those dainty lips
\nnot exactly like one entering a chapel
\nand friends
\nas if that wasn\u2019t enough
\nblooms forth with her forehead dusted gold
\nlike she has been licked
\nand so blessed
\nby the kind of God
\nto whom this poem is prayer.<\/p>\n

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\"\"<\/a> Ross Gay (born 1 Aug 1974) is a US poet, essayist, and professor who won the National Book Critics Circle Award for Poetry and the Kingsley Tufts Poetry Award for his 2014 book, <\/em>Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude, which was also a finalist for the National Book Award for Poetry.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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