December 2009
9 posts
Queen Anne’s Lace
Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth - nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking the field by force; the grass does not raise above it. Here is no question of whiteness, white as can be, with a purple mole at the center of each flower. Each flower is a hand’s span of her whiteness. Wherever his hand has lain...
gather your wit, your will, your luck, your power
