Academic journal article The Virginia Quarterly Review

Dear Robert

Academic journal article The Virginia Quarterly Review

Dear Robert

Article excerpt

Your roses are blooming in a basket hung on the rail of my deck. I water them each morning and wait for rain to take over, if possible, but I enjoy the job, something new to me who have been growing books, fleurs du mal mainly.

Did you intend by these miniature roses as a gift on my eightieth birthday that I could look forward to beauty and abundance in my life? The flowers never cease to rise out of the buds. Where one rose fades, another rises to take its place. It falls to the deck but to be admired and enjoyed, so long as it's the rose and only the rose that is red as blood upon the deck.

But what is this plant saying, as I believe, in your hidden message-that I am destined to live the rest of my life among roses and that my life will give way to yet another life on the stem of my poems, their roots deep in the soil of my being, that poems will emerge from poems read and laid aside, giving birth to yet others in my absence? …

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