October 14th, 2011

Barding in the Battery Conservancy Gardens

by Alex Norelli—

I was originally going to go to the New York Botanical garden and see the well-publicized Japanese Maples, but fall hadn’t come around enough yet to ensure a harrowing variety of color. So I decided to head south to a curvy sliver of land between downtown skyscrapers and a view of the statue of liberty, the Battery Conservancy Gardens.

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I heard from a friend that the large swaths of perennials (many native) were something to see…and to add to the old America feel there was even a wild turkey meandering around, the first time I’d see the species in Manhattan.

The little poem that follows resulted from my first experiences with this garden. I made sure to let whatever caught my eye hold onto it, and whatever caught my ear to flow into it longer than usual. The form is a Haibun, which is a section of prose followed by a haiku.

The Talking Garden

The grasses have one thing to say, the asters another, and the air does not speak, I do. And likewise, the wind is silent while amsonia is always about to or to just have spoken, as the sedum, speaking so softly—you can’t help hear the bee.

The anemones graft me to the bottom of the sea, among the humbler corals of blooming happenstance. Maidenhair: the smell of approaching the beach when low tide has left an aromatic path of surrenders,

and I do not blame the dry grass, or the gardener who planted it, or the cloud that swept over it without proffering its rain. Without leaf, reed, or tongue the wind is silent.

Sea oats flicker
and flounce, shivering
in fall’s first air.


ARtist, poet, Gardener  www.AlexNorelliARt.com

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Comments

    Just beautiful…
    Thank you.

    Gorgeous photo and poem! Thanks for the flower translation.

    Your poem inspires many visions of splendor. Beautiful picture.

    You always inspire me! beautiful…and you made my night…thank you!

    That’s beautiful Alex. You are quite the poet!

    I will venture down to Battery Park to see and feel for myself. Thank you for the inspiration!

    Alex, thanks for the beautiful poem and gorgeous picture. Inspiring!

    Alex, Emily Dickinson talked about the audibleness of flowers in just the way you are doing. So few garden writers are as metaphorically effortless — and evocative — as you! All the best, Molly Peacock

    Wonderful, deep and beautiful! Thank You

    It’s great to be able to share this work with you! Thank you for taking the time to read it~!

    LOVE this! I’d like to read more from you!

    Japanese Maples sound amazing.

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