Chase Twichell Poems
- Erotic Energy Don't tell me we're not like plants, sending ...
- To The Reader: Twilight Whenever I look out at the ...
- Hunger For Something Sometimes I long to be in the ...
- Stirred Up By Rain I fired up the mower although it was ...
- Joyride Two aides get Dad in the car on the second try. He ...
- Dangerous Playgrounds The father is teaching his eight-year ...
- A Negative Of Snow Ice on the puddles, in the cups of fallen...
Chase Twichell (born August 20, 1950) is an American poet, professor, and publisher, the founder in 1999, of Ausable Press. Her most recent poetry collection is Horses Where the Answers Should Have Been, which earned her Claremont Graduate University's prestigious $100,000 Kingsley Tufts Poetry Award. (Copper Canyon Press, 2010).She is the winner of several awards in writing from the New Jersey ... more »
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Don't tell me we're not like plants,
sending out a shoot when we need to,
or spikes, poisonous oils, or flowers.
Come to me but only when I say,
that's how plants announce
the rules of propagation.
Even children know this. You can
see them imitating all the moves
with their bright plastic toys.
So that, years later, at the moment
the girl's body finally says yes
to the end of childhood,
a green pail with an orange shovel
will appear in her mind like a tropical
blossom she has never seen before.