Beauty (on Keats: Ode on a Grecian Urn)

An ode laces through

the garden like filigree,

patterns threaded

into each shadow’s

tale. This pastoral

shakes in the wind

as the sky darkens

and from nowhere

beauty conjures

a rainbow, so radiant

so brief

 

 

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