a rose shoulders up
don't ever be surprised
to see a rose shoulder up
among the ruins of the house:
this is how we survived.
by mosab abu toha (born 1992)
things you may find hidden in my ear, page 99 (city lights books, 2022)
by day the blue will pale down into white where it touches the white of the land, after sunset it has a new circumference-orange, melting upwards into tenderest purple. but the core of blue persists, and so it is by night. then the stars hang like lamps from the immense vault. the distance between the vault and them is as nothing to the distance behind them, and that farther distance, though beyond colour, last freed itself from blue. -e.m. forster (a passage to india)