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The Tulip
Bed
The May sun--whom
all things imitate--
that glues small leaves to
the wooden trees
shone from the sky
through blue gauze clouds
upon the ground.
Under the leafy trees
where the suburban streets
lay crossed,
with houses on each corner,
tangled shadows had begun to join
the roadway and the lawns.
With excellent precision
the tulip bed
inside the iron fence
upreared its gaudy
yellow, white and red,
rimmed round with grass,
reposedly.
William Carlos Williams
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