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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 a single falling petal -- 'I saw a petal fall / I did it for thee' -- into 'a World of petals falling,' a meditation on love, time, and dissolving the self that ends on 'seperation'.

The poem treats the orchard's drift as erotic and temporal at once: petals fall 'Without confusing rhyme with reason,' touch comes 'In and out and too to one another,' and watching the self 'run up to step down TIME' makes 'what is incredably hard ... called floating when it is won.' The hard-won dissolution resolves into borrowed phrases 'life is sweet' and 'mind at large.' The turn 'Let us become quiet' invites a shared stillness 'during the days after the blossoms,' and the trees' 'gift back to Earth' frames mortality as 'Our nothing that lasts that does / As it remains the place that will always exist.' Source spellings 'incredably,' 'leasure,' 'sucken,' and 'seperation' are preserved verbatim.