That isn't the whole poem. You should get the rest, because it is really very beautiful... let's see if I have it lying around....
Ah here it is.
"The last tear turns/ to glass on her cheek./ It isn't ice because/ squeezed in the boy's hot/ fist, it doesn't thaw./ It's a tooth with nothing/ to gnaw; then a magical/ thorn: prick yourself/ with it, thrust it in soil:/ an entire briary/ kingdom is born.
That isn't the whole poem. You should get the rest, because it is really very beautiful... let's see if I have it lying around....
ReplyDeleteAh here it is.
"The last tear turns/
to glass on her cheek./
It isn't ice because/
squeezed in the boy's hot/
fist, it doesn't thaw./
It's a tooth with nothing/
to gnaw; then a magical/
thorn: prick yourself/
with it, thrust it in soil:/
an entire briary/
kingdom is born.