February: Thinking of Flowers
by Jane Kenyon
Now wind torments the field,
turning the white surface back
on itself, back and back on itself,
like an animal licking a wound.
Nothing but white–the air, the light;
only one brown milkweed pod
bobbing in the gully, smallest
brown boat on the immense tide.
A single green sprouting thing
would restore me. . . .
Then think of the tall delphinium,
swaying, or the bee when it comes
to the tongue of the burgundy lily.
Briefly It Enters
Composer(s): William Bolcom
Song(s): 1. Who
2. The Clearing
4. February: Thinking of Flowers
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7. The Sick Wife
8. Peonies at Dusk
9. Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks