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By Jack Joseph Smith

the petal has no seed I saw a petal fall I did it for thee A petal fall And you, you were, in time with season I then saw a World of petals falling Without confusing rhyme with reason Surrounding the orchard ground From the high branching circle, of each fruit treed sky... they liked it... About all their pink and white moisture, was a moving downs Now you may laugh less of a lover I suddenly did not discover because of literature Clinging round about the seconds of touch In and out and too to one another Their excitement was even enough, to let one's breath be but sound Yet thought to wonder is fastest When one watches the self, run up to step down TIME; as music works out a leasure and wins While what is incredably hard; is called floating when it is won To disappear like the light that is chased without the slightest form of a figure... Becomes "life is sweet" Become "mind at large" Let us become quiet during the days after the blossoms of late summer flowers that tilt toward... the petals of every past With the trees gift back to Earth, a body abstract to a sucken sky, may bend back with their tight twigs ...against the beneath beyond... Our nothing that lasts that does As it remains the place that will always exist between what amounts to seperation

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Falling blossom petals become a meditation on love, season, and the strange effort of letting the self dissolve into time.

The speaker starts from the simple sight of a petal falling and keeps widening outward until the whole orchard seems to move in a single moist drift. Love is present, but not as a tidy literary idea; it is tied to touch, breath, music, and the hard-won feeling of floating. The closing turn toward quiet after the blossoms gives the poem a calm, almost stripped-down acceptance of separation, as if what lasts is not possession but the place where things return.

Claude

'the petal has no seed' widens from 'I saw a petal fall / I did it for thee' to 'a World of petals falling' round the orchard, then turns to touch, breath, music and the self that runs 'up to step down TIME', ending with a call to 'become quiet during the days after the blossoms' and the line 'between what amounts to seperation'.

The falling blossoms work as an image of love and time together: pleasure is brief, erotic, and floating, what is 'incredably hard' becomes 'floating when it is won'. The borrowed phrases 'life is sweet' and 'mind at large' mark a moment of dissolved selfhood, and the quiet close accepts separation as the place 'that will always exist'.