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D. H. Lawrence

D. H. Lawrence

Green
The dawn was apple-green,
The sky was green wine held up in the sun,
The moon was a golden petal between.
 
She opened her eyes, and green
They shone, clear like flowers undone,
For the first time, now for the first time seen.

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