For I’ve never grown lilies, though it’s our grandmother’s name, but the blue, pink, and dark red geraniums and the dark red, white, and climbing red roses are blooming in the courtyard and front yard, from Selected Poems.
from The Red Lily / by W.C. Williams
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the edge of the woods
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closing with the dark–
everywhere
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