Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly —
A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky
Palely and flamily
Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes
Dulled to a halt under bowlers.
O my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.
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From guest Yi (contact)
This poem conveys strong, violent emotions but it is difficult to understand. Could someone walk me through it? -
I am not sure I like "palely," paired with "flamily." but I like everything else about this poem. The first two lines are amazing.
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