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Long ago, someonetold me: avoid or.
The heart’s reasonsseen clearly,even the hardest
The windows stream with fish,the gold luck of carp,the tiny silver luck of minnows,while the earth gives back her wealth
These mail-ordered tulips,shockingly gaudy,open and close, re-open, re-close,
Here, where the rivers dredge upthe very stone of Heaven, we name its colors—muttonfat jade, kingfisher jade, jade of appleskin green.
Again the windflakes gold-leaf from the treesand the painting darkens—