So much depends on four butterflies waiting quietly on a stem, moving their wings slowly. I wish I had wings. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEIGHBORS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON EARTH'S IMMORTALITIES: LOVE by ROBERT BROWNING THE LOVER SHOWETH HOW HE IS FORSAKEN by THOMAS WYATT THE PLOUGHMAN by KARLE WILSON BAKER ADDRESS TO SUBSCRIBERS .. FUND FOR CLOTHING CHILDREN CHARITY SCHOOL by BERNARD BARTON |