Interpretation by Greg Baysans
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Flowers ("Fleurs")
spill down golden slides, are braided with silk cords, grey gauze, green velvetine, fly on crystal disks black like bronze too long in the sun -- I witness digitalis overwhelm the carpet, a filigree of silver, eyes and human hair. Drops of gold are splayed across agate tiles. Black poles, mahogany tree trunks uphold a green planetarium stuffed with a satin-white bouquet, ruby-fringed in a holy circle around the Rose of Water. Like a god with hypnotic blue eyes and wintery embrace, lake and sky compel a profussion on marble terraces, mobs of strong, young buds. ___ 02-17-05 |