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Tulips

Alana Orzol '11

They rose while I was gone,
in a burst of scarlet,
but now they fall like dawn,
breaking at their slits.
Each petal wilts on cue,
swooning like red palms
that held bees, dew,
but now embalm
the earth alone.
Yet I cannot sorrow
for passing beauty shown
today, not tomorrow,
for dust is never truly dead
but blood for future springs instead.

Lancaster, England, May 2010


About the Author: Alana Orzol is a senior studying biology and literature. Originally from Portland, Oregon, she enjoys tea, rain, reading, writing, and nature.

Published by: in Poetry, Volume 67: Issue 1

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