Sherry Chandler » 2006 » December » 03
How Much of That is Left in Me?
…Thinking of
a Greek farmer in the orchard,
the white almond blossoms falling and falling
on him as he struggled with his wooden plow.
I remember the stark and precious winters in Paris.
Just after the war when everyone was poor and cold.
I walked hungry through the vacant streets at night
with the snow falling wordlessly in the dark like petals
on the last of the nineteenth century…
— Jack Gilbert, from Refusing Heaven
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