This Little Butterfly

Sep 26, 2017 | Things I wish I'd written

She’s certainly bewitched me
with her innocent airs.
As light as blown glass, her figure,
her bearing seems like a figure off a screen.
But she instantly frees herself
from the glossy lacquer background.
This little butterfly flutters and
settles with such silent grace,
That I am overtaken by the urge to pursue her,
Even if I have to tear off her wings.

…not from a Charles Simic poem, surprisingly, but the plangent first act of Puccini‘s Madama Butterfly.