Then “painted” suggested the color-flowers of pink and plum, and as plum was also a flavor, I thought of “bittersweet” (another self-contradicting word).
The first draft of the poem is dated May 24th, 2014 – full spring at last in the Berkshires – and I remember writing the end of the poem, later in the day, sitting under the linden tree at the little table in the backyard.
The tree was richly hung with its elaborate, fragrant flowers – as Clampitt described them in her inimitable way, “half (or possibly three quarters of) a million hanging, intricately tactile, blond bell-pulls of bloom, the in-mid-air resort of honeybees’ hirsute cotillion.”
“Looking For Sunsets (In the Early Morning)”
by Cindy Hochman
“The Way Back”
“VAN GOGH TO HIS MISTRESS”
by Margo Taft Stever
“How To Befriend Uncertainty”
“Shostakovich: Five Pieces”
“Bouquet for Amy Clampitt”