Newsletter sign up

Be the first to know when new American Life in Poetry columns are live.

Column 415

Cement Backyard

Intro by Ted Kooser
03.03.2013

I’ve recent­ly pub­lished a children’s book about a man who is so fussy about his yard that he los­es his home, so I was imme­di­ate­ly tak­en by this fine poem by Lynne Sharon Schwartz about a sim­i­lar man. We all enjoy writ­ing that con­firms what we’ve pri­vate­ly observed about the world. Schwartz lives in New York City.

Cement Backyard

My father had our yard cemented over.
He couldn’t tell a flower from a weed.
The neighbors let their backyards run to clover
and some grew dappled gardens from a seed,

but he preferred cement to rampant green.
Lushness reeked of anarchy’s profusion.
Better to tamp the wildness down, unseen,
than tolerate its careless brash intrusion.

The grass interred, he felt well satisfied:
his first house, and he took an owner’s pride,
surveying the uniform, cemented yard.
Just so, he labored to cement his heart.
 

Share this column

Disclaimer

We do not accept unsolicited submissions

We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2012 by Lynne Sharon Schwartz from her most recent book of poems, See You in the Dark, Curbstone/Northwestern University Press, 2012. Reprinted with permission from Curbstone/Northwestern University Press. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.