missing was squills, also known as wood hyaciths, a lovely bulb that naturalizes, and has purple(blue) or white or pink flowers in early may.


Squills and daffodils, give way to pillered roses
and to asters and to snow,
and still i go,
boned and stayed,
gorgusiously arrayed,
The softness of my body
hidden from embrace,
by each button, hook and lace.
For the man who should lose me
has died in a pattern called war
Christ! What are patterns for?

(from memory, the last lines of Amy Lowell's "Patterns")


my other obsession