The many faces of RED
A long time ago someone gave me this poem: The Problem in Describing Color If I said––remembering, in summer The cardinal’s sudden smudge of red In the bare gray winter woods–– If I said, red ribbon on the cocked straw hat Of the girl with the pooched-out lips Dangling the wiry, black-nosed lapdog In the painting by Renoir–– If I said fire, if I said blood welling from a cut–– Or flecks of poppy in…