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Queen Anne's Lace
 

 
"Her body is not so white as
anemone* petals nor so smooth--
so remote a thing. It is a field
of wild carrot* taking
the field by force; the grass
does not raise above it.
Here is no question of whiteness,
white as can be, with a purple mole
at the center of each flower.
Each flower is a hand's span
of her whiteness. Wherever
his hand has lain there is
a tiny purple blemish. Each part
is a blossom under his touch
to which the fibres of her being
stem one by one, each to its end,
until the whole field is a
white desire, empty, a single stem,
a cluster, flower by flower,
a pious wish to whiteness gone over--
or nothing."


~William Carlos Williams


Wrentham, Massachusetts
 

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freinds of mine used that in some of their flower arrangments at their wedding...the weird part, they picked and cut them from the sides of the road. must be expensive to buy @ the florists.... pretty
-- Sheri Moore Towell, 1/11/12

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