Thursday, September 30, 2021

The Flowered Dress (Edouard Vuillard), Sonnet #582


He bought it for her birthday,

But then he went away.

She wore it day after day

And when asked why, she said,

“These flowers replace the dead.”

She wore it when he returned

From far away in a urn.

She wore it when she was burned.

Her two sisters in return

Wore black and gray dresses

And hacked at their tresses,

Waiting, unable to yearn,

No hope even in flowers,

Tombed in the soberest hours.

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