In the Carolinas, par Wallace Stevens

Wallace Stevens

In the Carolinas

The lilacs wither in the Carolinas.

Already the butterflies flutter above the cabins.

Already the new-born children interpret love

In the voices of mothers.

Timeless mothers,

How is it that your aspic nipples

For once vent honey?

The pine-tree sweetens my body

The white iris beautifies me.

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