Cindy, the impulse that guides this poem into being is so very vivid,
brought forward via naturally valid images. I was at first inclined to
wonder whether "for we are not religious" ought to be cropped, but then I
held. If this is rough, as you say, the lines bring forth such strength that
my first impulse is not to touch it. The sound of this is wonderful, as well
("in the garden" stanza, for example).
Thank you very much for posting this. Sheila
On 4/19/07, Cindy Lee <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> Your forty seventh April
> candleless
> for we are not religious
>
> in the garden gaudy
> branches float
> with early bees
>
> the sea breathes
> a weight of silver
> there is no horizon
>
> in three days the flowers
> will fall three times
> since your last April
>
> and we will sow a pale petal shawl
> to warm your bones as they drag and furl
> beneath the ice bright water
>
> Cindy - very rough, and any comments delightedly received!
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