Celebrate National Poetry Month by reading Ohio’s poets. Today, Toni Morrison.
Eve Remembering Toni Morrison - 1931-2019 1 I tore from a limb fruit that had lost its green. My hands were warmed by the heat of an apple Fire red and humming. I bit sweet power to the core. How can I say what it was like? The taste! The taste undid my eyes And led me far from the gardens planted for a child To wildernesses deeper than any master’s call. 2 Now these cool hands guide what they once caressed; Lips forget what they have kissed. My eyes now pool their light Better the summit to see. 3 I would do it all over again: Be the harbor and set the sail, Loose the breeze and harness the gale, Cherish the harvest of what I have been. Better the summit to scale. Better the summit to be.
Buckeye Bonhomie 