the way she hipped the door aside, the whack of trowel on the earth. Here peonies. Clipped pink,From the poem "She Says Come Here Near the Window Diaphanous" from Awake at Dawn. After you read the whole thing, you'll want to scroll on and on through the amazing work on this site.
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Beautiful writing~makes me feel like I'm back in my literature classes at University....so glad I've found your site. Its so nice to know there are others out there who find words and green things fascinating.
Posted by: avril | April 12, 2004 at 11:15 PM
I love her poetry, she is one of my frequent stops when I am online.
Posted by: Alicia | April 14, 2004 at 09:36 AM
thanks for the advice on the red pepper flakes. I was using cayenne diluted with water as a spray for the tulips but, alas! no good at all. Now I've armed myself with a Sam's Club-sized container of red pepper flakes in the hopes of success. And thank you for your windowbox suggestions!
Posted by: avril | April 14, 2004 at 12:03 PM
Alicia, I'm ever grateful to you for hearing about Awake at Dawn from you in the first place.
Posted by: Chan S. | April 14, 2004 at 02:22 PM