“I relished trouser roles until I had / no petals left to strew.
Up, down the avenue / I wandered like a ghost, I wondered why / a miracle is always a mirage,”
Did she get this from Rilke’s “Autumn Day”?
I wish I had Black Aperature by Matt Rasmussen! What a brilliant poem. You can hear the years of honing and revising in this poem. You can hear the beauty and control in the work that’s been 10 years in the making.