A Poet Reflects

You can’t imagine more than this, so you walk up the fading street to where the first crocuses are out, each one a small, violet-shuttered hesitation imbued with its own brevity, knowing neither happiness nor grief.
—Anne Pierson Wiese, from “All Night Long” in Floating City (Louisiana State University Press, 2007)
Painting: Karen Lundquist, Purple Crocuses in March, n.d.

You can’t imagine more than this, so you
walk up the fading street to where the first
crocuses are out, each one a small, violet-shuttered
hesitation imbued with its own brevity,
knowing neither happiness nor grief.

—Anne Pierson Wiese, from “All Night Long” in Floating City (Louisiana State University Press, 2007)

Painting: Karen LundquistPurple Crocuses in March, n.d.

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