Butterfly on Rock
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Butterfly on RockThe large yellow wings, black-fringed, were motionlessThey say the soul of a dead person will settle like that on the still faceBut I thought: The rock has borne this;this butterfly is the rock’s grace, its most obstinate and secret desire to be a thing alive made manifestForgot were the two shattered porcupines I had seen die m the bleak forest.Pain is unreal; death, an illusion:There is no death in all the land,I heard my voice cry;And brought my hand down on the butterfly And felt the rock move beneath my hand.I.S.B.N. 0-919223-61-3Designed, illustrated and printed by Jim Rimmer at Pie Tree Press, New Westminster, B.C.Poet’s Signature Broadsheet Published by Colophon Books, Vancouver, B.C. in an edition of fifty numbered and twenty-six lettered copies, all signed by the poetThis is copyIrving Layton
