by Mark Doty<\/p>\n
For his birthday, I gave Stanley a hyacinth bean,
\nan annual, so he wouldn’t have to wait for the flowers.<\/p>\n
He said, Mark, I have just the place for it! anticipating the arrival of this particular vine.<\/p>\n I thought poetry a brace against time, but his allegiance is not to permanent forms. budding and rot and then the coming up again;<\/p>\n why prefer any single part of the round? I think he could be forever pleased He writes it down. Heaven steadies –Read at St. Lydia’s on March 25<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" by Mark Doty For his birthday, I gave Stanley a hyacinth bean, an annual, so he wouldn’t have to wait for the flowers. He said, Mark, I have just the place for it! as if he’d spent ninety-eight years anticipating the arrival of this particular vine. I thought poetry a brace against time, the hours […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1303"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1303"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1303\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1305,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1303\/revisions\/1305"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1303"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1303"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1303"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/em>as if he’d spent ninety-eight years<\/p>\n
\nthe hours held up for study in a voice’s cool saline,<\/p>\n
\nHis garden’s all furious change,<\/p>\n
\nI don’t know that he’d change a word of it;<\/p>\n
\nto participate in motion. \u00a0Something opens.<\/p>\n
\nand concentrates near the lavender. \u00a0He’s already there.<\/p>\n