A cold room, filled with no less than
six large bouquets of white lilies,
red roses, cedar, pine and fir boughs,
laurel leaves and delphinium blue.
For the holly she bears a berry
as white as the milk.
My house, though it is still
a labyrinth of upended furniture,
smells divine,
like winter woods.
The flowers make it feel like home, finally.
I rediscovered the best secret free flower depot ever,
after months of neglect..
How I missed having rooms and rooms filled
with sweet-smelling blossoms!
Images of Savonarola entreating
the women of Florence to repent
and cast their false hair and jewels
into the bonfire.
Frumenty, verjuice, boar’s heads, salmagundy
-Lovely enchanting language,
sugar-cane, honey of roses,
whither wilt thou flie?
The beautiful and the innocent
have no enemy but time.
Children remain children forever
when held in a box or a dream.