Thursday, October 11, 2012

Pear Escapes By Hilda Doolittle



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Silver dust
drifting from the earth,
higher than my arms reach,
you have shouted
O, Silver,
Higher than my arms reach,
You force us with huge mess.
.
No petals ever opened
so staunch a red bud,
no flower ever taken silver
from such random color;
O, pale blossom,
You Flower-Tufts!
heavy on the branch
mixing summer and juicy peaches
with some purple cats.


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