THE CAMELLIAS.(Brief Article)(Poem)

 
   are floating in a shallow bowl, 
   circles of pink layered petals 
   that silence browns, saffrons, absorb 
   our voices, the table, the whole 
 
   room. No word for this pink 
   which is kinder than red, warmer 
   than rose, more substantial 
   than sunset, invites me to think 
 
   of a willow in a landscape cool 
   as silk, the sense of each twig, 
   each leaf, the pale eggshell 
   sky intense as the unfathomed pool 
 
   we call ...