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Her body is not so white as / anemony petals nor so smooth -- nor / so remote a thing. It is a field / of the wild carrot taking / the field by force; the grass / does not raise above it.
Here is no question of whiteness, / white as can be, with a purple mole / at the center of each flower.
Each flower is a hand's span / of her whiteness. Wherever / his hand has lain there is / a tiny purple blemish. Each part / is a blossom under his touch / to which the fibres of her being / stem one by one, each to its end, / until the whole field is a / white desire, empty, a single stem, / a cluster, flower by flower, / a pious wish to whiteness gone over -- / or nothing.