名人诗歌|Vacant Lot with Pokeweed

Tufts， follicles， grubstake

biennial^{1 rosettes， a low-}

life beach-blond scruff of

couch grass： notwithstanding

the interglinting dregs

of wholesale^{2 upheaval3 and}

dismemberment， weeds do not

hesitate， the wheeling

rise of the ailanthus halts

at nothingand look！ here's

a pokeweed， sprung up from seed

dropped by some vagrant^{4， that's}

seized a foothold： a magenta-

girdered bower^{5， gazebo twirls}

of blossom rounding into

raw-buttoned， garnet-rodded

fruit one more wayfarer⁶

perhaps may salvage^{7 from}

the season's frittering，

the annual wreckage^8.