This week, Piercy tackles heavy themes like faith and justice, via nature’s impartiality and indifference. An equally timeless theme, I would say, although one that is likely to provoke less dialogue.
Here is the lovely poem, one of my favorite pieces by Piercy:
The Pernickety Plum Tree
The fourth year after we planted it
the Shiro plum tree gave us
two perfect plums
the color of slow clear river
running golden green in the sun,
hue of young grass,
with a fine perfume and savor
sweet and juicy in the mouth.
From the whole tree, graceful
and long limbed, two plums.
Enough to command our attention,
just enough: we each have
half a plum,
justice with a knife.
From a thousand flickering leaves,
from a hundred white blossoms
falling like stars on the path,
two plums: a fable
of highly selective productivity,
or the difficulty of fruition,
or the wisdom of a lazy tree
that we feed, that we water, that we coddle
and pick coppery beetles from,
of our own gullibility
strung along with two plums.
– Ana Maria Caballero, Zeteo Contributing Writer