As a result of if you’ll be able to live on
the violet night time, you’ll be able to live on

the following, and the fig tree will pain
with sweetness for you in daylight that arrives

first at your window, quietly pawing
even if you’ll be able to’t stand it,

and also you’ll heavy the whining floorboards
of the home you full of animals

as harm and misplaced as you, and the bearded irises will shape
totally of their roots, their golden manes

swaying with the need of spring—
reside, reside, reside, reside!—

sooner or later you’ll put your arms within the earth
and perceive an afterlife isn’t promised,

however the spray of scorpion grass helps to keep rising,
and the canines will sing their entire our bodies

in reward of you, and the redbuds will lay
down their crimson crowns, and the rivers

will set their stones and ribbons
at your door if most effective

you’ll let the sector
melt you with its touching.

This poem has been excerpted from the gathering You Are Right here, edited via Ada Limón.