Lovely, Stephen, & that second line 'rhymes' for me with the comments
about belief & love & stories.
But that is another story, & I'll get to it elsewhere if I do. It's the
fresh petals here, stepped on or not, that count.
Doug
On 3-May-05, at 4:46 PM, Stephen Vincent wrote:
> Quiet flows no sun. Or was it "son" I meant to say?
> One prays in the morning for each to unbend into life.
> The woman who appears uncombed to shout atop a long
> Open balustrade of white, yellow, red and pale-apricot roses.
> I have never heard a rose shout. When stepped on
> The odor released is said to be "the order of forgiveness."
> When stepped on, as inevitable, may I breathe roses, and you, too,
> And your son and/or daughter, fresh petals, crowns among thorns.
>
> Stephen Vincent
>
>
Douglas Barbour
Department of English
University of Alberta
Edmonton Alberta T6G 2E5 Canada
(780) 436 3320
http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/dbhome.htm
I don’t need to
hold back here
in the union
of forms
Charles Olson
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