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Image by Caroline Forbes

Overblown Roses

Overblown Roses

She held one up, twirling it in her hand
as if to show me how the world began
and ended in perfection. I was stunned.
How could she make a rose so woebegone,
couldn't silk stand stiff? And how could a child,
otherwise convinced of her mother's taste,
know what to think? It's overblown, she smiled,
I love roses when they're past their best.

'Overblown roses', the words swam in my head,
making sense as I suddenly saw afresh
the rose now, the rose ahead: where a petal
clings to a last breath; where my mother's flesh
and mine, going the same way, may still
be seen as beautiful, if these words are said.


copyright © Mimi Khalvati 2006, used by permission of the author

Recordings

Mimi Khalvati Reading from her Poems

1Shanklin Chine

2Rubaiyat

3Vine-Leaves

4Earls Court

5Coma

6Entries on Light (1-6)

7The Chine

8Nostalgia

9Writing Letters

10Eden

11Writing Home

12Villanelle

13The Piano

14Babies

15Life in Art

16Snails

17The Love Barn

18Just to Say

19Song

20Don't Ask Me, Love, For That First Love

21Come Close

22Blinks

23Overblown Roses

24On Lines from Fahmida Riaz and Foroogh Farrokhzad

25Signal

26Ghazal

27Ghazal: Hold Me

28Ghazal: The Servant

29Ghazal: My Son

30Ghazal: The Children

31Blessing

Books by Mimi Khalvati