First Sex Who would guess that glory
would live on a pea plant’s
sticky mouth smeared
with golden pollen?
The monk frees
the flowers’ sexes
from the calico bonnets
and shoos the abbot’s
sweet-bottomed bees
and with tweezers snips
powder from the anthers
while the style hot with nectar
reaches up. He pushes the tip
of the camel-hair brush
in this bright dust—
and the bells of the flowers
twist to him; the knotting tendrils
strain on their brittle twigs—
and the tiny stem is painted
gently, as if it were
a thread of spun glass.
The opening yellow
bud swallows
the scientist’s bait
and it floats down
into the ovum like a
point of light in the throat
so that the whole body
is singing deep praise
of his touch and oh
yes Mendel this
moment is the best
of glory’s evidence—
one can see it even
in the white blossom’s
effusion of bliss.
Susan B. A. Somers-Willett*******************
http://www.susansw.com/index.htmSusan B. Anthony Somers-Willett was born in Ohio and raised in New Orleans. After earning a B.A. from Duke University, she worked briefly in the New York City publishing industry as a production manager, editor, and designer. Susan went on to receive an M.A. in Creative Writing and a Ph.D. in American Literature at The University of Texas at Austin. She has taught at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign as an Andrew W. Mellon Postdoctoral Fellow in the Humanities, where she completed a manuscript of criticism entitled The Cultural Politics of Slam Poetry: Race and the Rise of Popular Verse in America. She currently teaches as a visiting faculty fellow at the Center for the Arts in Society at Carnegie Mellon University, where she is researching the impact of public poetry projects on American culture.
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RL
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