Because I have so many gardeners visiting I feel an incumbent duty to push upon you a poem an author and her book entitled The Wild Iris. I may push more of her poems soon. Winter is long. The Red PoppyThe great thingis not havinga mind. Feelings:oh. I have those; theygovern me. I havea lord in heavencalled the sun and openfor him showing himthe fire of my own heart firelike his presence. What could such exuberate beif not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters,were you like me once long ago,before you were human? Did youpermit yourselvesto open once who would neveropen again? Because in truthI am speaking nowthe way you do. I speakbecause I am shattered.
Red. White and Blues: Poets on the Promise of America (University of Iowa Press)
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