And here at last is today’s poem: another derangement of William Carlos Williams’ long-suffering “The Pink Locust.”
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
Blush
trees grow; fools question, pry into affairs until one
remains resilient
come now – neglect to attack and find you were made
to admire the minutiae on the ground
the world flowers, gratified to help the public
resemble a garden rid of thieves
say your tears and stand with others who flatter
the sweet-pea in question
hide the rootlet until they admit thinking the locust
generous, persistent, and modest
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