A late spring delight, The turban-shaped flowers, Bold and bright, Enfold memories of Holland; A single vibrant bloom In a vase, in a room, Summons up a multitude In a foreign field. In the garden, you stand, Dull, dry onions in your hand: Precious jewels Wrapped in brown paper. You push them deep Into the […]
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