The Gardener Listening To Eroica Poem by Sally Evans
The Gardener Listening To Eroica
Copper leaves darker than holy wells
spin down from soundproof trees
where daisies burn the contour of the slope.
Indoors, amid cool corridors
a gardener listens to Eroica.
Late outside, he is copper leaves
darker than holy wells.
He has given over gardening, listens
from his narrow shed, in the space
by the great purple tree
Sunday, August 7, 2011
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