all the colors of the world/ pass through our bodies like strings of fire


(poetry diary  204-3/13/17) Looking for poems in English that talk about “Holi,”  the Hindu festival for which people throw colored powder at each other to celebrate “fertility and love and [to mark] the end of winter.” (Read Holi Festival 2017: Five things you may not know about the spectacular Hindu celebration – Joe Summerlad – 3/13/17 – The Independent)  “Colors passing through us” doesn’t talk about Holi, but it’s still a lovely piece celebrating color and love: 

Colors passing through us
Marge Piercy
Purple as tulips in May, mauve
into lush velvet, purple
as the stain blackberries leave
on the lips, on the hands,
the purple of ripe grapes
sunlit and warm as flesh.

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