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The Flower

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The afternoon bent over
like a tired lily but you
spoke words shining as petals
just fresh from spring’s root.
Though flowering trees, tulips,
the blue hyacinths, so bright
in their first array, fade in
the sun and shed pale ravellings
on the ground, today love blooms
in your eyes as if no flower
so whitely opened was ever spent.

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The afternoon bent over
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Shaken by Leaf-Fall. Ann Arbor, MI: Kylix Press. 1976. 15.
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