BINDWEED Poem by Jan Wagner

BINDWEED



do not underestimate the bindweed,
its need for wreathe and stifle rooted deep
in its name - hence the blossom, blinding, white,
as chaste as a tyrant's dream.

like an ancient crime, an unpaid debt,

it returns to haunt a scene. by cover
of darkness, beneath the fields or a lawn,
it sends out feelers, fires a riot,

rises glorious in green. behind the barn,
convolved in cypress or bean, the unkind
climber spirals; a seething, creeping spume

it twines up walls and roan, choking
windows and drain, trumpeting, binding, abiding,

till nothing breathes but bindweed, and nothing more is seen.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success