There is a flower that blooms out of season and in its form resembles an ace of swords: it's the color of a blade and its perfume, that of Nemesis, stabs you. It has an overflowing thalamus that howls with resentment or with love, swollen and brightly colored like the hilt of an ace of swords. A prophet dreamed about it one night and saw it in the morning: it was howling loudly near the house-door, stuck into a little heap of quivering earth like the rump of a running colt. It is given to very few to see the ensnaring flower of Psalms that blooms when the time of flowers is far off and forgotten: and only the most godly people hear it moan. Used by permission of Story Line Press. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAIRY TALE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE LOON ON FORRESTER'S POND by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO A FRIEND I CAN'T FIND by JAMES GALVIN REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AND THE GREATEST OF THESE IS WAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |