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Verses of the peony
Go plant a ginkgo at my head, a peony at my feet. Remembered for a hundred years, then forgotten bones and meat. Except in verse that I now write, a rhythm for your heart that vibrates through the universe, their virtues never lost. Transformed into magnetic bits, the glue that surely binds: protons from me reverbs in you, electrons from you in mine. All writ upon an unkempt stone snug by a stump of tree; and blooming by my dusty feet, one last pink peony. Kåre Enga catalogue number: [163.38] 4 april 2006 First posted in my blog entry of 5 april 06: "Henbit" Some peony links: http://www.goldenport.com/peony/ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peony http://www.peony.com.au/ (Peony Lady of Australia) http://www.peony-flower.com/ {Chinese)
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