Gladioli

A bunch of glads, certainly highly emblematic of creation, remote from frills of working blossom with hope of fruit: slow, durable, placid, generous, sure of kingly dreams. All else is natural world and intellect! Over there the mutton herds: strenuous ends of clover and daggy sheep— here friendly talents, pushing Anna to the center of attention, explaining her, finding a solution! The glads offer no solution: being—falling— you mustn’t count the days— fulfillment livid, tattered, or beautiful.