The dawn was
apple-green,
The sky was green wine
held up in the sun,
The moon was a golden
petal between.
She opened her eyes,
and green
They shone, clear like
flowers undone
For the first time, now
for the first time seen.
D. H. Lawrence
(Picture: A green thought in a green shade, Helen Frankenthaler)
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