In the corner of a flower-shop there was (I had never seen one before) a vase of edelweiss. I counted them: twelve Lazaruses risen in their gray shroud on frothy ground. I looked at them lovingly. "They're not dead," I said, "they're only sleeping." Used by permission of Story Line Press. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 15 by JAMES JOYCE THE TRASH MEN by CHARLES BUKOWSKI THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH LITTLE BROTHER'S STORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: CHARLES WARREN, THE SHERIFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SARAH'S MONSTERS by KAREN SWENSON |