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The sun’s finger and thumb
will rub those stems
without kindling them,
choosing to caress
their plump bodies warm.
My pears will not melt
as would scented candles
lit in the aging twilight,
but they will still shine
my kind of light.
Then I will know
how to bite into pears
in the kindest way
and how to accept
their sweet forgiveness.
From Suddenly Slow (Handtype Press, 2008)
Used with the author’s permission.
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John Lee Clark was born deaf and became blind in adolescence. His work has appeared in many publications and he is the author of a chapbook and editor of the definitive anthology, Deaf American Poetry, published by Gallaudet University Press. John lives in St. Paul, Minnesota, with his wife and three sons. Learn more about him at https://johnleeclark.com/.
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Lori Levy:
Beautiful.
Posted 03/15/2025 01:09 PM
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Larry Schug:
Absolutely, one of YDP's finest on many levels.
Posted 03/15/2025 08:54 AM
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bobbi43sml@aol.com:
This is stunning ! To bring such sensual imagery to life in poetry after losing two senses🫢just completely blessed and beautiful .
Posted 03/15/2025 06:59 AM
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dotief@comcast.net:
Very nice!!!
Posted 03/15/2015 04:40 PM
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Janet Leahy:
This poem is delicious, thanks John.
Posted 03/15/2015 09:03 AM
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mimi:
sweet and succulent...lovely!
Posted 03/15/2015 08:11 AM
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KevinArnold:
Oh yes,
Then I will know /
how to bite into pears /
in the kindest way /
and how to accept /
their sweet forgiveness. //
Posted 03/14/2015 11:50 PM
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