And finally, one last poem by WCW. One of my favorites out of "Pictures from Brueghel and other poems."
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Iris
a burst of iris so that
come down for
breakfast
we searched through the
rooms for
that
sweetest odor and at
first could not
find its
source then a blue as
of the sea
struck
startling us from among
those trumpeting
petals
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