vol.190, p. 880, 25 November 1975
Lay on his grave a springy bed of horsetail Over him scatter blooms of pungent yarrow, As if that healing herb might heal his death; Blue cornflower strew, and clustered purple drops
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Of the grape hyacinth; pluck yellow suns From thistles which spread wide the longest days,
And with them sheafs of groundsel many-starred; Bring in across the summer mountainside From where each grows to solitary height Rose-mallows bearing flowers as bright as blood. Heap on him all that’s fair, our love to mark, Ere we heap earth and leave him in the dark.
Karen Anderson