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Provocations

My Garden, 1918

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Such was my garden once, a Springtide hope of flowers, All rosy pink or violet or blue Or yellow gold, with sunflecks on the dew. Now in their place a Summer garden towers Of green-leaved artichokes and turnip tops, Of peas and parsnips, sundry useful crops. —But even vegetables must have little flowers.

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