Poetry
Hlavsa, Virginia V
Virginia V. Hlavsa Connecting the Dots Finches, gold, dot the air, the trees. Teaming, they hop, light bulb over light bulb ap the willow's weeping leads. Disguised, they have been there all...
...Disguised, they have been there all winter, alloy-hazed...
...They have been there longer...
...Twelve hundred years ago and mate, Cb'ienCh'i, seeing their spring flare-ups flashing through the Imperial Grove in the Forbidden City, thought of his poems, still hidden gold, thought of them as shame to Ms white hairs...
Vol. 121 • May 1994 • No. 10
