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Songs of a Girl

by Mary Carolyn Davies, 1917

God, planting Eden,
Dropped, by mistake, a seed
In Time’s neighbor-plot,
That grew to be
This hour?

You and I picked up Life and looked at it curiously;
We did not know whether to keep it for a plaything or not.
It was beautiful to see, like a red firecracker,
And we knew, too, that it was lighted.
We dropped it while the fuse was still burning...

I am going to die too, flower, in a little while—
Do not be so proud.

The sun is dying
On an island
In the bay.

Close your eyes, poppies—
I would not have you see death.
You are so young!

The sun falls
Like a drop of blood
From some hero.

Who love pain,
Delight in this.

Tags: flowers, gender

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