And thank you also for the good advice
About my geraniums. Nice of you to take
An interest, but really I’d rather
Not cut them back to the stock
While they’re still in flower.
I know you’re probably right when you maintain
That by now they should be dormant for the winter,
That if I leave them they will sicken,
Outgrow their strength and wither,
But it wouldn’t please me to take a knife
And cut back anything with such life in it,
With so much vigour
Still in the bud, such latent ardour.
Do they affront you being
So flushed with success,
Well fleshed, robust and flourishing,
So rampant, boisterous, shameless?
Don’t you admire their lushness
Or envy their rank prowess?
Would you not allow that it might be their nature
And even their pleasure
To bloom so late, into December?
Wherever I look there is someone.
Waiting with a knife
To prune and punish the unseasonable.
Come then, plants, let us stand together
This autumn, against all who would
Cut back me and my geraniums
While we are still in flower.