Saturday, October 11, 2003

The First Flowers
From the German of Hermann Hesse

Beside the brook
Towards the willows,
During these days
So many yellow flowers have opened
Their eyes into gold.
I have long since lost my innocence, yet memory
Touches my depth, the golden hours of morning, and gazes
Brilliantly upon me out of the eyes of flowers.
I was going to pick flowers;
Now I leave them all standing
And walk home, an old man.

--James Wright, The Collected Poems

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