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Blue Flower [1918]
This gentle swelling holds gold, but beyond
arched blue petals something seems to await.
I am rather fond of the sensitive frond,
But still, I would walk through that gate.
Black Hollyhock Blue Larkspur [1930]
We leave the larkspur's royal blue
To swim in waves of brownish ink;
Drawn onward by the glowing star
That fivefold shines in green and pink.
Bella Donna [1939]
A cloudy chaos of turbulent form
The smooth of the sea can barely be seen
But the central secret, like the eye of a storm,
lies safe in its circle of green.
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Bear Lake, New Mexico [1930]
Dead tree stands
tall as the living
grey as a ghost
Almost black where it touches
the cold starry sky
Almost white where it kisses
the ground it loved most.
Horse's Skull with White Rose [1931]
Long and pointed,
jagged broken nose,
bleached bone on jet black:
what could be brighter?
The brain will never come back,
but, as if magically anointed,
from its crown there grows
something living, unfolding, and whiter.
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