but the other
day i was passing a certain
gate rain
fell as it will
in spring
ropes
of silver gliding from sunny
thunder into freshness
as if god’s flowers were
pulling upon bells of
gold i looked
up
and
thought to myself death
and will You with
elaborate fingers possibly touch
the pink hollyhock existence whose
pansy eyes look from morning till
night into the street
unchangingly the always
old lady sitting in her
gentle window like
a reminiscence
partaken
softly at whose gate smile
always the chosen
flowers of reminding
I really loved the poem because it inspired me to adhere to not only what I have but what I have accomplished.
I really need help to understand the gate concept. Can anyone explain the gate to me?
I really like how this poem floowed from one little part to the next connecting all the “stories”