
Paintet as a response to a Poem from Raphael Block, from his latest book, At This Table:
Destiny Tango
This hyacinth fills the room
with its sweet scent.
Like a huge fruit
it leans its head
toward the earth.
Grown from bulb, crammed
in a small pot, it seems
unable to fulfill its goal
to offer pollen, fertilize
the ground with seed,
scatter purple petals
on a breeze
yet it will find a way around
to make its bow both lasting and profound.
By the book here or look for more from Raphael Block:
http://raphaelblock.com/
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