Quotes from Raymond Souster

Before the lilacs are over and they are only shrunken stalks at the ends of drooping branches, I want to write a poem about them and their beauty brief and star-shining as a young girl's promise. Because there is so much made of strength and wealth and power, because the little things are lost in this world, I write a poem about lilacs knowing that both are this day's only: tomorrow they will lie forgotten.