Monday, February 13, 2012

Beginnings – Janet Frame

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Beginnings – Janet Frame

Up the crocuses
and they are struck down;
up the crocuses again
one-gold, and they dare not to open.

I’ll not see them this year,
their first year in a new bed,
tangled in the cold sheets of the earth
enforced guests of the sleeping sun

that refuses to wake into light and prepare breakfast.
O struck down
broken at the stem
their magnificent heads wound in a golden scarf.

Up the crocuses
to try a third time
one morning to feed
their innocent faces with light?

I found these poems in an old poetry anthology from school. Unfortunately there isn't a reference for where they originally came from.

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