re-discovering (encountering?) WCW -- this poem offers so many pleasures I'm surprised that I ever forgot about it.
Queen Anne's Lace
HER body is not so white as
anemone petals nor so smooth--nor
so remote a thing. It is a field
of the wild carrot taking
the field by force; the grass
does not raise above it.
Here is no question of whiteness,
white as can be
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