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My Dear Blue...

"Trump discovering semicolons is like velociraptors learning how to open doors." --@JeffSharlet

Dérive.

         "The Lilacs

Those laden lilacs
      at the lawn’s end
Came stark, spindly,
      and in staggered file,
Like walking wounded
      from the dead of winter.
We watched them waken
      in the brusque weather
To rot and rootbreak,
      to ripped branches,
And I saw them shiver
      as the memory swept them
Of night and numbness
      and the taste of nothing.
Out of present pain
      and from past terror
Their bullet-shaped buds
      came quick and bursting,
As if they aimed
      to be open with us!
But the sun suddenly
      settled about them,
And green and grateful
      the lilacs grew,
Healed in that hush,
      that hospital quiet.
These lacquered leaves
   where the light paddles
And the big blooms
      buzzing among them
Have kept their counsel,
      conveying nothing
Of their mortal message,
      unless one should measure
The depth and dumbness
      of death’s kingdom
By the pure power
      of this perfume."

--Richard Wilbur

LAA-63_6.