Brigit Pegeen Kelly
Brigit Pegeen Kelly Poems
- The Leaving My father said I could not do it, but all night ...
- Song Listen: there was a goat's head hanging by ropes in a ...
- The Visitation God sends his tasks and one does them or ...
- Rome I saw once, in a rose garden, a remarkable statue of the...
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My father said I could not do it,
but all night I picked the peaches.
The orchard was still, the canals ran steadily.
I was a girl then, my chest its own walled garden.
How many ladders to gather an orchard?
I had only one and a long patience with lit hands
and the looking of the stars which moved right through me
the way the water moved through the canals with a voice
that seemed to speak of this moonless gathering
and those who had gathered before me.
I put the peaches in the pond's cold water,
all night up the ladder and down, all night my hands