Daylily
Daylily of mine, come at morn close to me,unfurl your limbs, love's fragile geometry,
unyielding; allow me, tempestuous sea,knelt performance of our idolatry.
Sunday eve, tarnish the kirkyard, concealing
touch from David and Jonathan, hence suppressed;
adorned by primrose, or vain youthful feelingin my lament, which on your figure confessed.
Spring, soon departing, leaves to summer despair,
imprisoned by longing, by ardor, by chase;
petals conclude, cascade, and in our affair—saccharine wine demands only one brief taste.
Jul. 29, 2025
the path forward seems to go back,
the direct path seems long,
true power seems weak,
true purity seems tarnished,
true steadfastness seems changeable,
true clarity seems obscure,
the greatest art seems unsophisticated,
the greatest love seems indifferent,
the greatest wisdom seems childish.
