Poems
Reading edition
MARK TURBYFILL
Thin Day
Bright, alert, Arise these wild blue buds Above this crystal jar. But they have no soul, And bear no sweetness On their lips. Oh pity of azure days Like these blue flowers! We cannot endure in their thinness: Our hearts sink Through their petal-gauze.
The Rose Jar
O Earth, You have brought me out too soon! He whom I love Still clings upon the branch, Firm, a slender bud. But you have spread me wide. Take these broken leaves, Now fallen from the core. (O Earth, You have brought me out too soon!) Drop them into your Jar For him who shall surely pass this way, At last!