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In the Garden the Chrysanthemums Were Dying...

In the garden the chrysanthemums were dying
like desires when you came. Calmly
you laughed, like little white flowers.
Silent, I made a sweetest song
out of the darkness deep within me
and the petals sing it up above you.

Notes

From "Nepenthe" (1921).

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