The Guarded Wound
If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it were, Too heavy!
Adelaide Crapsey
If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it were, Too heavy!
Adelaide Crapsey’s “The Guarded Wound” opens in the middle of a thought, as if we’ve walked in on someone thinking aloud. The speaker is so raw that even the lightest imaginable contact—a flower petal settling onto grass—would be unbearable.
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