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Irises

Close above the iris, I see the train // Drive deep into the damp heart of its stem, & the gravel / Of the garden path...

From Iris by David St. John

The Satyr's Heart by Brigit Pegeen Kelly Now I rest my head on the satyr's carved chest...


Irises

Close above the iris, I see the train // Drive deep into the damp heart of its stem, & the gravel / Of the garden path...

From Iris by David St. John

The Satyr's Heart by Brigit Pegeen Kelly Now I rest my head on the satyr's carved chest...



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