A flower for Holy Week

Bleeding Heart.

Bleeding Heart.


“Abruptly it unblossoms

And disappears, though among

The first of the spring –


Tulips worn out with blooming

After only the second year, daffodils

Inexplicably nothing


But a vigor of leaves, a frailty

Of azaleas – among the first of the spring

The short-lived Bleeding Heart


Is certain, I can count on it.’’

-- From “Bleeding Heart,’’ by Mark Doty, a distinguished poet and former resident of Provincetown who now lives on Long Island.