Confusion by Kenneth Charles Marion Rexroth

For Nancy Shores

I pass your home in a slow vermilion dawn,
The blinds are drawn, and the windows are open.
The soft breeze from the lake
Is like your breath upon my cheek.
All day long I walk in the intermittent rainfall.
I pick a vermilion tulip in the deserted park,
Bright raindrops cling to its petals.
At five o’clock it is a lonely color in the city.
I pass your home in a rainy evening,
I can see you faintly, moving between lighted walls.
Late at night I sit before a white sheet of paper,
Until a fallen vermilion petal quivers before me.

From: http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/m_r/rexroth/onlinepoems.htm

Date: 1966

By: Kenneth Charles Marion Rexroth (1905-1982)

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