२३ जून, २००७

The soul of a plant...

The soul of a plant...

... so twisted and wrong.

1 टिप्पणी:

rhhardin म्हणाले...

The soul stirs in its damp folds,
Stirs as a blossom stirs,
Still wet from its bud-sheath,
Slowly unfolding.

(Theodore Roethke, whose father owned a greenhouse)