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SEA POPPIES

H. D. · 1916

Amber husk

fluted with gold,

fruit on the sand

marked with a rich grain,

 

treasure

spilled near the shrub-pines

to bleach on the boulders:

 

your stalk has caught root

among wet pebbles

and drift flung by the sea

and grated shells

and split conch-shells.

 

Beautiful, wide-spread,

fire upon leaf,

what meadow yields

so fragrant a leaf

as your bright leaf?