Flowers
Written by Dennis Roy Craig
I have never learnt the names of flowers.
From beginning, my world has been a place
Of pot-holed streets where thick, sluggish gutters race
In slow time, away from garbage heaps and sewers
Past blanched old houses around which cowers
Stagnant earth. There, scarce green thing grew to chase
The dull-grey squalor of sick dust; no trace
Of plant save few sparse weeds; just these, no flowers.
One day, they cleared a space and made a park
There in the city’s slums; and suddenly
Came stark glory like lighting in the dark,
While perfume and bright petals thundered slowly.
I learnt no names, but hue, shape and scent mark
My mind, even now, with symbols holy.
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DENNIS CRAIG born in 1929 died in 2004.Photo by Nouhailler 
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Dennis Craig was Guyanese. He lived and worked in Jamaica at the University of the West Indies for many years, but never, to the best of my knowledge, became a Jamaican citizen.
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