Poems December 2003
White phalaenopsis
The protocol of orchids lies in subterfuge
swanning petals form a curves cortege
where slant diplomacies of lip engage
the winter-dociled bee. Such grace is made
of tasseled rhetoric, arced only to dissuade:
See how the orchid angles out of the white shade
that shrouds its calyx. Form can never lie
we tell ourselves, although the pilgrim fly
find heaven in fragrance where it comes to die.
Is the orchids flowering but stratagem,
mere disillusion of a diadem,
or our most shadowy Elysium?
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This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 22 Number 4, on page 51
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