Monday, December 17, 2007

Blue Like That

She was a darling with her roses, though what I
like is lavender for I can dry it and nothing is blue like that, so here I am,
in my arms a bouquet of tragic lavender, the whole history of Southern France against my
chest, the fields streching out, the armies
killing each other, horses falling, Frenchmen
dying by the thousands, though none of love.

~Gerald Stern

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