Elegy for an Anemone

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This page is about a company.

The youth in me knew not the tragedy

It had composed—as my gawkish feet gait’ed

Over stones. I came upon a field of deedy

Bulbs: short, mucous’ed, and quickly spate’d

Should lively youth step lively on their faces.

I gave it good as go, and gladly sprang

Among the bulbs—their salty ooze across my laces—

And bared the rock, all sturm und drang.

Then leaning over tired, across a craggy cleft,

My pureile eye by chance perceived,

Protracted there, a sea anemone:

Its tentacles aflower, asway as if bereft;

The barren field before me, a decade’s work undone,

My life as death had ended as soon as it begun.

by Blake Hinckley