Thursday, September 02, 2004

The Great Siberian Rose (Mark Strand)

The movie about the great Siberian rose,
Brought back to life by the doctor who killed her,
Was playing a block away at the Lane. The usher
Was dressed like a nurse, and scowled, and told us
Not to make noise. I wish we had
For as soon as the movie began, a tomblike room
Appeared. And against the far wall
On a pillow-strewn bed, the great Siberian rose,
Thorns flashing, leaned back to receive our stares.
Thunder broke, lights flickered, and a huge machine
Was wheeled into view. We sank deep in our chairs,
And even deeper when a door creaked open,
Revealing a hooded figure, up to his knees
In mist, who said in a voice no one could place:
“The Golden Age of dust will now begin.”

From Ploughshares, Fall 2001

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