ADVICE TO A BUTTER-CUP
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Undistinguished butter-cup Lost among myriads of others, To the red ant eyeing you You are giant stillness. He pauses on the boulder of a clod, Baffled by your nearness to the sky. But to the black loam at your feet You are the atom of a pent-up dream. Undistinguished butter-cup, Take your little breath of contemplation, Undisturbed by haughty tricks of space.