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Queen-Annes-Lace

Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth—nor so remote a thing.

It is a field of the wild carrot taking the field by force; the grass does not raise above it.

Here is no question of whiteness, white as can be, with a purple mole at the center of each flower.

Each flower is a hand's span of her whiteness.

Wherever his hand has lain there is a tiny purple blossom under his touch to which the fibres of her being stem one by one, each to its end, until the whole field is a white desire, empty, a single stem, a cluster, flower by flower, a pious wish to whiteness gone over— or nothing.

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William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams (September 17, 1883 – March 4, 1963) was a Puerto Rican-American poet, writer, and physician closely associated with mod…
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