Ad Limon's Defense of Green - Instructions on Not Giving Up

On Saint Patrick's day today I am reading this beautiful poem inspiring courage. Much like Rabindranath Tagore evergreen poem Ekala Chalo Re implores the fighter to keep walking even even if they are alone, a new leaf comes out fighting following the winter.  A fighting spirit like the poems of Walt Whitman's compilation named Leaves of Grass apparently as a pun (grass was a term given by publishers to works of minor value).  

Likewise the slick new leaf fights in Ad Limon's poem and takes more points than the more beautiful flowers:


Instructions on Not Giving Up

More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out
of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’s
almost obscene display of cherry limbs shoving
their cotton candy-colored blossoms to the slate
sky of Spring rains, it’s the greening of the trees
that really gets to me. When all the shock of white
and taffy, the world’s baubles and trinkets, leave
the pavement strewn with the confetti of aftermath,
the leaves come. Patient, plodding, a green skin
growing over whatever winter did to us, a return
to the strange idea of continuous living despite
the mess of us, the hurt, the empty. Fine then,
I’ll take it, the tree seems to say, a new slick leaf
unfurling like a fist to an open palm, I’ll take it all.

- Ada Limón