—: Meditation :—
I have watched a yellow butterfly Flitting among the glories of the poppies In my grandmother's garden— I have breathed the fragrance of elderbloom— I have loved him who is a stranger— I have seen death— I am tired.
Nina Catherine Howe (p. 1926, etc.)
P: The Oread Magazine (1926), The Parchment (1926), etc.
Student at the University of Kansas.
For Nina Catherine Howe by Dick Whyte the plant by my front door blooms purple once a year— grown from cuttings from my mother’s garden— grown from cuttings from my nana’s garden— i have forgotten its name but not its provenance xoxo dw
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