May 27, 2010
drawing by Slobodan Dan Paich and text by Moira Roth
The she turned
The next page,
And
Watched, enchanted,
A butterfly
Speeding away from the columned portal.
Forgotten lines of W.B. Yeats, the Irish poet,
About his Tower with its winding stairway and windows,
–learned when she was a child in Dublin–
Sprung into her head:
“Upon the dusty, glittering windows cling,
And seem to cling upon the moonlit skies,
Tortoiseshell butterflies . . .