This poem is taken from PN Review 215, Volume 40 Number 3, January - February 2014.
Tree of Knowledge
I sat beneath the bodhi tree
and laying my upturned palms with kissing thumb and finger on knees spread wide
I forgot to rise
Blossom by flower
its long tongue sipping from the cups laid out, the monarch came
and lighted on my nose
Cross-eyed staring
lost in the silk of its wings whose iridescence is not painted but is the play of light
...
and laying my upturned palms with kissing thumb and finger on knees spread wide
I forgot to rise
Blossom by flower
its long tongue sipping from the cups laid out, the monarch came
and lighted on my nose
Cross-eyed staring
lost in the silk of its wings whose iridescence is not painted but is the play of light
...
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