the poems that became my second book, I thought a great deal about "The Flower," by George Herbert. At once poignant and piercing, it's a poem I have long gone to in times of need.
For one thing, it's beautiful--and beauty (well, old beauty, sanctified by time) is always a balm.
from Meghan O'Rourke: Slate: The Poem I Read During "Hard Weather"
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