We lived long together
a life filled,
if you will,
When I speak of flowers it is to recall that at one time we were young
There are many flowers that I can recall for your pleasure:
the small yellow sweet scented violet grew in marshy places!
You were like those though I quickly correct myself for you were a woman and no flower and to face the problems which confront a woman. But you were for all that flowerlike and I say this to you now and it is the thing which compounded my torment that I never forgot it
Are facts not flowers and flowers facts or poems flowers or all works of the imagination interchangeable?
Of love, abiding love it will be telling though too weak a wash of crimson colors it too make it wholly credible
~ Poetry excerpts from
"Of Asphodel, that greeny flower"
William Carlos Williams.