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Sea Poppies

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?

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