As readers of the Book Haven may have gathered, I am out and about, speaking here and there about Evolution of Desire: A Life of René Girard. I am currently visiting the University of Notre Dame for the very first time, and a friend advised me to take a walk around the lake. So I did.
There must be milkweeds in California – Google tells me there are. But I don’t think I’ve seen a specimen of “Asclepias” since I left my native Michigan. Of course my they brought back another memory: the late great Richard Wilbur‘s poem to them, part of “Two Voices from a Meadow” (the two views below of a particular Notre Dame milkpod were taken by Denise Hergatt). Read it, and you’ll never look at them the same way again.
Anonymous as cherubs
Over the crib of God,
White seeds are floating
Out of my burst pod.
What power had I
Before I learned to yield?
Shatter me, great wind:
I shall possess the field.
Tags: Denise Hergatt, Richard Wilbur
September 22nd, 2019 at 5:26 pm
With their very own milkweed bugs.
September 22nd, 2019 at 5:33 pm
Can you identify the bugs, Marnie?