"THE LITTLE LOST POET LEAVES HIS CELESTIAL POST WITH AN UNEARTHLY IDEA CLUTCHED TO HIS SHAGGY HEART."
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Taking fotos of faded flowers, i suddenly thought of my copies of "THAT BEAUTY STILL" by WILLIAM BRONK, (Burning Deck, Rhode Island, 1978.) Not that Bronk's poems were about flowers...but like these flowers, as i reread these poems of his...AH! that beauty, still....It's good to remember....