for j w
the callacanthus
out again (the golden fury seen
thru those red candles
not at all a dead car, curiously,
even though it hasn’t moved as what pushes out but
has
not deadhead (as Grady’s
two were, all winter
Beyond, the grove of little dogwood (today’s
entry
But, by the heady red flowers (their smell
will be heavy), the large dogwood (the single bush,
back of the stone steps,
glares
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and it came out this way (just after you had left,)
a year ago
suddenly the spring field is blue, of figwort
and the callacanthus smell is intercepted by that color
as the dogwood was by the green of my pleasure
that I slept under it, for an hour, and woke,
as they have, to the rising of
the forces.
From: http://jacketmagazine.com/38/jwb02-olson-for-a-man.shtml
Date: 1953
By: Charles Olson (1910-1970)