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A purple iris flower
William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams

“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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