Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry: Rock Maples
Edited and introduced by Wesley McNair, Maine Poet Laureate
Readers of this column will recall an earlier poem by Megan Grumbling about her 86-year-old friend Booker, a Maine woodsman from her home town of Wells. Here, she sees through Booker’s eyes a sugar maple. “He so loved the shape of these trees,” Megan writes, “that he had one engraved, in advance, on his gravestone.”
Rock Maples by Megan Grumbling
By other names, these trees seem sweeter yet; this older one’s a homage to the strength ringing its bird’s-eye grain, this best beloved of maples, generous in sap and hue. So near to an ideal, its silhouette. Above the trunk, full branches grant a broad ascension, then resolve oval relief. A beautiful shape that that’s got, you see.Dimensions lower Booker’s voice, distilled this strong by symmetry designed, it seems, to let the eye go idle in delight. That maple’s shape persuades vision to yield to the gestalt of the beheld, inscribed at once to us, unbidden, crimson, plain. The ease becomes the image in the tree, an order to alight upon, not seek.The Berwick Cemetery holds it, sure in waiting stone: this tree above his name where one date soon now balances with new, to crown the natural order. Soon, it comes. The shape of it. It’s perfect, Booker rules, to look at what the shape of that tree is. All maple branches crest, as arcs will meet when this blank rock turns graven, and complete.
Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry is produced in collaboration with the Maine Writers & Publishers Alliance. Poem copyright © 2006 Megan Grumbling. Reprinted from the Southern Review, by permission of Megan Grumbling. Questions about submitting to Take Heart may be directed to Gibson Fay-LeBlanc, Special Consultant to the Maine Poet Laureate, at firstname.lastname@example.org or 207-228-8263. Take Heart: Poems from Maine, an anthology collecting the first two years of this column, is now available from Down East Books.