Sunday, April 4, 2010

April 4: Marie Ponsot’s Transport

A simple poem for this Easter Sunday by Marie Ponsot.



Transport
The rose, for all its behavior,
is smaller than the lifelove it stands for,
only briefly brightening,
and even its odor
only a metaphor.
Or so we suppose
just as we suppose the savior
we employ or see next door
is only some hired man
gardening.

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