Poetry of Martha Baird
Purpose for Radishes
What is the silly radish doing
Making its root red
Underneath the ground?
The radish does not know that it is red;
It cannot see itself.
If there had been no one to pull a radish up,
No one would ever know that it was red;
And radishes could go on for generations
Being red in vain.
Radishes are wise to be red
In a world they can be pulled up in; a world they can be washed bright in, and made into flower-like bunches of red and green in; and crushed crisply between teeth to accompany bread and butter in;
And be admired in; and enjoyed in; and seen as red in.
Let radishes continue
To grow sillily
Their red roots underground.
From Nice Deity (Definition Press)
© 1955 by Martha Baird