‘Bounty’ and Other Poetry by Bronwen Hudson The Society January 6, 2014 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 3 Comments Bounty When apples hang untouched on branches’ bottom, Or beans lie grounded, neither grown nor dead, Or bulbs down-nestle into earth of autumn, Then let them lie! Don’t hurry them ahead. Or when it’s only six o’clock at night Do not despair that no one’s at the door: Your party starts at eight! It’s quite all right! Just wait. And let the moment ripen more. All grapes will swell if left upon the vine; All waves will crash when ocean heaves release; All rain will fall when pressure fronts align And words will come when muses hear your peace. Be patient. Let the budded rose unfurl. The ancient oysters yield more lustrous pearls. The Voice I Heard On Visiting John Keats’ Grave I felt, as trembling instinct led me near, My posey-pounded heart alive with sound Drumming a sanctity into my ear: ‘Remove your shoes!—You Stand on Holy Ground!’ Yes, there were those who passed without a thought And some who paused, and looked, but did not see, But all their gazing quickly came to naught, For in my brain there buzzed an anguished glee. What noises bless that resting place of yours? The wind, all wat’ry, haloes you as king, But unheard tones, you know, tell us far more, As from stone strings your glowing silence sings. The others left content with it as such, But I alone stayed on and thought too much. Bronwen Hudson is a poet currently studying at the University of Vermont. Featured Image: “English Forcer Still Life” by Stone Roberts. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 3 Responses Shyamal R Swamy January 6, 2014 Beautiful poetry. Absolutely lovely. I fell in love with the line, “All waves will crash when ocean heaves release;” and the couplet of “The Voice I Heard”. Both the poems are amazing! Well written. Thank you for such beautiful poems. Reply James Ph. Kotsybar January 6, 2014 I agree with Shyamal. It’s a joy to hear such a natural sounding, yet formal, meter. Reply Reid McGrath January 13, 2014 Top notch. Good work. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.