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.