Weissman School of Arts and Sciences

Student Poem of the Month:

Oleander

Some say love
is like fire,
but it’s more
 
like a plum:
heavy and swollen,
a rock for the heart.
 
Or like a sharp
swig of bourbon
rushing past
the teeth—
 
like the quick
flash of light
as the knife
leaves the sheath.
 
And sometimes
it’s the oleander
we tend to
 
all spring:
never believing
it’s a poisonous thing.
 
-Ricardo Hernandez
 
The City University of New York