A tender swelling comes at the still
Heart of things when petals lose
Their too-lighted life and fall,
Failing at their grasping, all
I watched, too,
The dimming of you, upbraided by
A vein, a flinty core, when blue was expected,
All bright winds, possibly a rising moon,
Possibly a too-near sun.
Were we bettered by the sky or
Only impatient of patterns? Does
A petal matter at all hours or only
In a brimming darkness where you
Hear no fall, see no lost blush?
Gabrielle McIntire is an Associate professor of English Literature at Queen’s University, Canada. She is the author of Modernism, Memory and Desire: T.S. Eliot and Virginia Woolf (Cambridge University Press, 2008), and her poetry and articles have appeared in journals and collections in England, France, Canada, and the United States. She has also written a novel that is currently in search of an agent.