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William Carlos Williams

Of asphodel, that greeny flower,
        like a buttercup
                upon its branching stem-
save that it’s green and wooden-
        I come, my sweet,
                to sing to you.
We lived long together
        a life filled,
                if you will,
with flowers.  So that
        I was cheered
                when I came first to know
that there were flowers also
        in hell.

— William Carlos Williams, from “Asphodel, That Greeny Flower,” Journey to Love. (1955)

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