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I’ll Twine White Violets
I’ll twine white violets and the myrtle green; Narcissus will I twine and lilies sheen; I’ll twine sweet crocus and the hyacinth blue; And last I twine the rose, love’s token true: That all may form a wreath of beauty, meet To deck my Heliodora’s…
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The Traveling Onion
When I think how far the onion has traveled just to enter my stew today, I could kneel and praise all small forgotten miracles, crackly paper peeling on the drainboard, pearly layers in smooth agreement, the way the knife enters onion and onion falls apart…
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California Hills in August
… … And hate the bright stillness of the noon without wind, without motion, the only other living thing a hawk, hungry for prey, suspended in the blinding, sunlit blue. And yet how gentle it seems to someone raised in a landscape short of rain—…
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