From An Essay In The New Yorker Poem by Gayathri Seetharam

From an essay in The New Yorker
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
The New Yorker and The Walrus have a bad habit of arriving at our doorstep whenever it pleases them. I am in the middle of a nail biter, William Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice, not to mention technical and textile projects. Of course, these magazines interrupt my progress in the other areas.
But to commend the magazine (April 13th,2020) , it has a really nice pedantic piece which caught my eye because the God of English literature, Shakespeare, has been attributed with some phrases which are used in today's world. Primary among these is the apt phrase, wild goose chase.
I used the Search engine for The Complete Works of Shakespeare AND came up with the following but for a while, it seemed like a wild goose chase. I am including the excerpt from obviously, Romeo and Juliet.
Mercutio: Nay, if our wits run the wild-goose chase, I am done: for thou hast more of the wild goose in one of thy wits than I am sure I have in my whole five. Was I with you there for the goose?
ROMEO: Thou wast never with me for anything, when thou wast not there for the goose.
There was a beautiful piece on depression and how helpless one is in the face of such adversity and another piece, a poem called Transpiration. The latter I shall try to emulate with a poem of mine.
LIFE during spring
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
Tufts of grass growing on the brown soil
Deceptively beautiful foliage covering other ground
Tulips shooting above ground with promise of blossoms
Will the planter's world show blooms of spring and summer;

Breathing in the smell of spring needs practice
Although it is second nature in all of us to welcome
The following beauty of growth and more growth
Which leads to a garden of love and desire;

A home and garden speaks of wild geese
That each of which surely say is the goose that lays the golden egg
And I am at my wit's end trying to be published and paid
And to be granted what are rightfully, more academic qualifications of a Ph.D in chem/biochem/biomed eng
Without killing the wild geese that lead me upto the goose hunt
Or the goose that lays the golden egg which is professionally, yet to make its appearance
And I am counting the years after Sept 2003.