A Ball Is for Throwing-Adrienne Rich

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See it, the beautiful ball

Poised in the toyshop window,

Rounder than sun or moon.

Is it red? is it blue? is it violet?

It is everything we desire,

And it does not exist at all.

 

Non-existent and beautiful? Quite.

In the rounding leap of our hands,

In the longing hush of air,

We know what that ball could be,

How its blues and reds could spin

To a headier violet.

 

Beautiful in the mind,

Like a word we are waiting to hear,

That ball is construed, but lives

Only in flash of flight,

From the instant of release

To the catch in another’s hand.

 

And the toy withheld is a token

Of all who refrain from play–

The shopkeepers, the collectors

Like Queen Victoria,

in whose adorable doll’s house

Nothing was ever broken.

 

©Adrienne Rich

Published in August, 1957

 

Published by

Kindra M. Austin

Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor and writer for Sudden Denouement, Whisper and the Roar, and Blood Into Ink. Founder of One for Sorrow. Founding member of Indie Blu(e).

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