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Far Away
Far away tulips may learn how quiet it is,
This blessed tranquility; but, to learn
You are a pebble, tended, as the river runs
Over it, smoothing gently, freeing it
To lie, curves washed over, with a peace
That is so vast it dazes, yet asks nothing,
Makes it seem the tulips are too red
In the first place; if their redness talks,
It should correspond subtly with the sun
And the chill river, breath by breath,
Without any eddies or fuss, snagging
To concentrate attention, playing
And resting without over extending,
Because tulips should bloom lightly,
Out of their sheer love of far away.
This blessed tranquility; but, to learn
You are a pebble, tended, as the river runs
Over it, smoothing gently, freeing it
To lie, curves washed over, with a peace
That is so vast it dazes, yet asks nothing,
Makes it seem the tulips are too red
In the first place; if their redness talks,
It should correspond subtly with the sun
And the chill river, breath by breath,
Without any eddies or fuss, snagging
To concentrate attention, playing
And resting without over extending,
Because tulips should bloom lightly,
Out of their sheer love of far away.
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