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Black Iris
Black Iris
Black Iris

Black iris, bringing black peace;

What peace shall I have, now that she is gone?


Blot out all the colours of the rainbow,


Tell the dove to silence its song.


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Black anemones, what is your gift?


Memories – only dreamt – never coming to pass,


An airless wind that whispers your name,


And a dumb mind that plays tricks.


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Black rose, with your death-scent;


The cruellest heart of them all.


Tell me, how is your dark beauty supposed to cheer,


When grief has smothered me in his pall?


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Enough of this muted sorrow; I throw the vase against the wall.

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