The day is a smell of tulips.
And narcissus at the bathroom window
in planes of greenish-white
dance, dance deliciously over the ceiling
my finger sets light in water
sun-flawed beryl water.
The day almost covers me
and the sunspots. Blue and high
a crow flaps a whiff of tulips
in the air,
“The day is
fresh-washed and fair, and there isa smell of tulips and narcissusin the air.
The sunshine pours inat the bath-room windowand bores through the waterinthe bath-tub in lathes andplanes of greenish-white.It cleaves the water into flaws like a jewel, and cracks it to bright light.dance, dance
Little spots of sunshine lie on the surface of the water and, and their reflections wobbledeliciously over the ceiling; a stir ofmy finger setsthem whirring, reeling. I move a foot and the planes oflight inthewaterjar.I lie back and laugh, and let the green-white water,thesun-flawed beryl water, flow over me.The dayisalmosttoo bright to bear, the green watercovers me from the too bright day. I will lie here awhile and play with the waterand the sun spots.The sky isblue and high. A crow flapsby the window, and there isa whiff of tulipsand narcissusin the air.”
An erasure poem from Amy Lowell’s poem “Bath” for Open Link Night @ dVerse where anything goes