Wednesday, January 7, 2015

The Chapbook — Diana Butler

For you,
colored flowers that sleep
and dream beneath the snow
are waked and given drink
and asked to form in circle
about your loving face.

I borrow an hour of summer light
to keep them new, and rich
as the windows of Sainte Chapelle;
a jeweled room in France
catches music from stars
and pipes it like the flowers.

Fireflies lie as diamonds
on the frozen ground.
A torch of them are not like you,
but stir when you are pleased.
For that alone, they’re melted.

— Charles Bane, Jr.

Conjuring images of being in Paris, being in love, Diana Butler by Charles Bane Jr., offers one a poetic escape. The eighth installment in the serialization of Charles' 2011 volume of poetry The Chapbook (Curbside Splendor) is part of a year-long journey as we share and explore Charles' passion — his poetry — with you, our readers, twice monthly.

Charles is also the author of Love Poems (Kelsay Books, 2014). His work has been described in the Huffington Post as "not only standing on the shoulders of giants, but shrinking them." He created the Meaning of Poetry series for The Gutenberg Project and is a current nominee as Poet Laureate of Florida. A new collection of poetry, The Ends Of The Earth is currently taking shape.

We thank Charles for his continuing contributions.


  1. Deepest thanks to you and your readers.

  2. Mr. Bane. so pleased to see my namesake poem still enjoyed by your many readers. These cold winters remind me of a wonderful friend who melted the miles away to give me the gift of himself. yours always, d butler