"When she
walks into the room,
everybody
turns:
some kind
of light is coming from her head.
Even the
geraniums look curious …
We’re all
attracted to the perfume
of
fermenting joy,
we’ve all
tried to start a fire,
and one
day maybe it will blaze up on its own.
In the
meantime, she is the one today among us
most able
to bear the idea of her own beauty,
and when
we see it, what we do is natural:
we take
our burned hands
out of our
pockets,
and clap."
~ Tony
Hoagland