Violet was flayed on the lawn
The subject of the previous post is still a mote in my eye. Reading Elizabeth Bishop's "A Cold Spring", the second line "the violet was flawed on the lawn" looks like the above. And when she writes "the dogwood infiltrated the wood/each petal burned, apparently, by a cigarette-butt" ...
Labels: Elizabeth Bishop, our long national nightmare, poetry
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