The Flowers and the Green Field
Tall Poppy, red petals;
no perfume in your black heart
only beauty that burning tint:
in the green field you are vermilion lamp.
Wild, savage and rugged Broom
you raise one hundred branches and thousands of flowers;
you, yellow firework:
in the green field you are drops from the sun.
You are a little cyclops, Daisy,
the white eyelashes and the golden eye;
you attract butterflies, bees and every sweet gaze:
in the green field you are pure innocence.
Violet and sometimes white pretty Bell-flower
no sounds but scent you pour around,
you turn your head toward the ground not to the sun:
in the green field you are the humble sign.
Slender Blade of Grass, simple and lithe
you from the fertile land stand out
together with your twins to form a mantle:
in the green field you are the true essence.
Marco
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