17 February 2008


518
There is no pot to hold this rose
Nor vase in the still tempest of hours;
Nor's earth undone and remade
Too large a canvas
For such various opacity
And pallid green.
Untheme'd stalk from every beginning,
Frameless stay, uncaught endeavor.

2 comments:

...deb said...

Whoa.

Gorgeous from first line to last.

mark said...

oh--thanks deb