The Meanest Flower
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Mimi Khalvati
Mimi Khalvati was born in Tehran, Iran, and sent to boarding school on the Isle of Wight at the age of six. She has lived most of her life in London. She has published nine collections with Carcanet Press, including The Meanest Flower, shortlisted for the T.S. Eliot Prize 2007, Child: New and Selected Poems 1991-2011, a Poetry Book Society Special Commendation, and The Weather Wheel, a Poetry Book Society Recommendation and a book of the year in The Independent. Her pamphlet, Earthshine (Smith/Doorstop Books 2013), was a Poetry Book Society Pamphlet Choice and her Very Selected Poems appeared from Smith/Doorstop in 2017. She has held fellowships at the International Writing Program in Iowa, the American School in London and at the Royal Literary Fund, and her awards include a Cholmondeley Award from the Society of Authors and a major Arts Council Writer's Award. She is the founder of the Poetry School and a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and of The English Society.
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The Meanest Flower - Mimi Khalvati
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I The Meanest Flower
The Meanest Flower
i
April opens the year with the first vowel,
opens it this year for my sixtieth.
Truth to tell, I’m ashamed what a child I am,
still so ignorant, so immune to facts.
There’s nothing I love more than childhood, childhood
in viyella, scarved in a white babushka,
frowning and impenetrable. Childhood,
swing your little bandy legs, take no notice
of worldliness. Courtiers mass around you –
old women all. This is your fat kingdom. The world
has given you rosebuds, painted on your headboard.
Measure the space between, a finger-span,
an open hand among roses, tip to tip,
a walking hand between them. None is open.
ii
Cup your face as the sepals cup the flower.
Squarely perched, on the last ridge of a ploughed field,
burn your knuckles into your cheeks to leave
two rosy welts, just as your elbows leave
two round red roses on your knees through gingham.
How pale the corn is, how black your eyes, white
the whites of them. This is a gesture of safety,
of happiness. This is a way of sitting
your body will remember: every time
you lean forward into the heart of chatter,
feeling the space behind your back, the furrow
where the cushions are, on your right, your mother,
on your left, your daughter; feeling your fists
push up your cheeks, your thighs, like a man’s, wide open.
iii
The nursery chair is pink and yellow, the table
is pink and yellow, the bed, the walls, the curtains.
The fascia, a child’s hand-breadth, is guava pink,
glossy and lickable. It forms a band
like the equator round the table. The equator
runs down the chair-arm under your arm, the equator
is also vertical. The yellow’s not yellow
but cream, buttery, there’s too much of it
for hands as small as yours, arms as short,
to encompass. Let tables not defeat me,
surfaces I can’t keep clean, tracts of yellow
that isn’t yellow but something in between
mother and me be assimilable.
Colours keep the line to memory open.
iv
Here where they’re head-high, as tall as you, will do.
This is the garden in the garden. Here
where they’re wild and thin and scraggy but profuse
such as those ones there, these ones here, no one
looking, no one within a mile, you’ll find
flowers to pick and to press but before their death
at your hands, such small deaths they make of death
a nonsense and so many who would notice?
with the best ones, flat ones, left till last, take time
to take in the garden, the distance from the paths,
the steps and the terrace crunching underfoot.
Soon you’ll hear a whistle. The garden is timeless.
Time is in the refuse, recent, delinquent.
Go as you came, leaving it out in the open.
v
As if they were family, flowers surround you.
As if they were a story-book, they speak.
They speak through eyes and strange configurations
on their faces, markings on petals, whiskers,
mouth-holes and pointed teeth. They are related
to wind. Wind is a kind of godfather, high up
in