Poem | Fibonacci

Around the inner rims

of these sunflowers one by one

small yellow petals pop open,

in obedience to the sun.

 

    On some the inmost circles,

    bright yellow, is almost complete,

    circumspect around the seeds

    that are still virginal, tight, neat.

 

Their elegance is in the way

they fill their places, in dumb-show

greening the ghost life of mathematics,

their order cosmic, their time to come.

Published in the June 3, 2016 issue: 

Marie Ponsot recently received the Aiken Taylor Award in Modern American Poetry, given annually by Sewanee Review. In 2013, she was awarded the Ruth Lilly Prize for lifetime achievement by the Poetry Foundation. Her Collected Poems was published in August by Knopf.

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