Poetry Magazine
The Portrait
For my little ballads,
those strange, sunset-red laments,
spring paid me a gull’s egg.
I bade my lover paint my portrait
on its thick shell.
He painted a new bulb in brown soil—
on the other side, a powdery mound of sand.
Source: Poetry (June 2011).
Poem Categorization
SUBJECT Love, Desire, Relationships, Men & Women, Nature, Spring
Poetic Terms Free Verse
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