"The Banquet" by Linton‘Storage and Retrieval’ and Other Poetry by C.B. Anderson The Society June 10, 2021 Beauty, Poetry 4 Comments . Storage and Retrieval In the dank cellar of the human mind Are stored a lifetime’s worth of rusted tools And strands of uttered words, both cruel and kind, That molder in the moil of golden rules. There, too, are hogsheads of untasted wine Maturing in the clench of oaken staves While millipedes and spiders form a line, Like soldiers standing watch at open graves. In dusty bins are valued scraps of copper, Collected from a hundred junked machines, Which raise the question: is it really proper For salvagers to live like libertines? So lay your heavy weapons down, and strike Your colors, showing you no longer pose A threat. Prepare a banquet, if you like, Inviting to your table all of those Whom you have disrespected. Share the wealth, And let your own good fortune thus expand. Decant your finest vintage, toast the health Of guests who then will praise your open hand. Remember, everything you’ll ever need Is held in storage down those basement stairs. Be not afraid to modify your creed If sudden kindness takes you unawares. A change of heart is never automatic, And there may yet be treasures in the attic. First published in The Orchards . . The Seasoned and the Green … [D]ream of the soft look Your eyes had once … — William Butler Yeats A million summer somethings flood the town And spread to all the nearby working farms, Where boys and girls are busy plucking down From geese too firmly held to sound alarms. Another crop of summer corn is sown, And early greens are harvested before They go to seed. The fenced-in lawns are mown, And flowers planted just outside each door. Fair swimmers test the water in the pond, To ascertain that winter’s chill has flown And that the time for games of which they’re fond Has come again, when they’ll be on their own. The sun seems disinclined to leave the sky; The days are long, the nights are rather brief, And older folks take stock and wonder why The growing warmth no longer brings relief From winter’s pall the way it used to do. The summer is a season for the young Who still expect bright futures to ensue, But not for those whose songs have all been sung. . . Still Falls the Rain with a nod to Dame Edith Sitwell When the vast sky at last begins to darken Over the gently undulating plain, The farmers, done with work, are wont to hearken To distant rumbling auguries of rain While resting underneath the roofs of porches. And so they contemplate the labor spent On wresting sustenance from soil. Like torches That flicker from some far-off regiment, The stars appear and slowly march across The heavens. Gentle sadness moves the hearts That weigh the counterpoint of gain and loss, Of love and fear, of triumphs and false starts, Bringing about a sudden keen desire To face again the stern demands of morning: The tasks of which worn bodies quickly tire, And acute pains that come without a warning. Though life is good when lived close to the land, And generations prosper all in all, It’s sometimes difficult to understand The way of things, till rain begins to fall. First published in The Lyric . . C.B. Anderson was the longtime gardener for the PBS television series, The Victory Garden. Hundreds of his poems have appeared in scores of print and electronic journals out of North America, Great Britain, Ireland, Austria, Australia and India. His collection, Mortal Soup and the Blue Yonder was published in 2013 by White Violet Press NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. 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My favorite though, was “Still Falls the Rain.” I’m edging towards the seasons those poems unfold and the latter strikes the deepest of the three. Thanks for these. Reply Paul Buchheit June 10, 2021 Excellent imagery and rhyming, C.B.! Reply David Watt June 12, 2021 “Still Falls the Rain” is my pick of these three descriptively rich poems. Rain is definitely a precious commodity for those on the land. Although, like sweet desserts, a regular moderate helping is best. Reply Cheryl Corey June 12, 2021 What are the titles of the Yeats and Sitwell poems referenced, so that I may look them up? Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour 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.