The fairest flower that glories Africa,
Whose beauty Phoebus dares not dash with showers,
Over whose climate never hung a cloud,
But smiling Titan lights the Horizon.
by Philip LevineThe air lay soffly on the green fur
of the almond, it was April
and I said, I begin again
but my hands burned in the damp earth
the light ran between my fingers
a black light like no other