Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Songs of Neruda



The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton






Flowers remember with tender bitterness
the wild and willful pleasure you found in a moment 
composed of only roots and stones, neglecting 
their fragile scents with your broad hand,
your brimming eyes. 

They have forgiven you with songs of unfolding silk; 
dusky petals drift fragrances slowly 
across somber soil embracing you now.