Two Poems by Judith Harris

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Bee in Blue Tulip

The road is dust,
the pines, tents of green
in the far distance.
In the fields, buttercups
and dandelions
dapple the pastures,

and one nervous
bee, now dropping into
a blue tulip’s
demitasse cup.

What ecstasy this is
I can only imagine,

as it soars out to the sunlit
sky, and diminishes—

leaving the afterthought
of its honey
here, on my tongue.



To a Crepe Myrtle 

When you die, there will always
be more from you, not less.  

When your timbers are cut,
and bundled up as trusses
for panels of railroad cars,

or the wild silk of your panicles
woven into Indian saris; 

when you stand upright
as a wooden soldier
in a toy shop’s lighted store front,

when you come full circle
into the forests of dust.




Judith HarrisJudith Harris is the author of three books of poetry–Night Garden, The Bad Secret, and Atonement–and a critical book, Signifying Pain: Constructing and Healing the Self Through Writing. Her poetry has appeared in The Hudson Review, The Nation, The Atlantic, The New Republic, Slate, The New York Times Blog, The Southern Review, and American Life in Poetry. Her essays on poetry have appeared in The Writer’s Chronicle, Prairie Schooner, Poet Lore, and Midwest Quarterly. She is also a recipient of a Yaddo fellowship.

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