Aux Imagistes by William Carlos Williams
I think I have never been so exalted As I am now by you, O frost bitten blossoms, That are unfolding your wings From out the envious black branches.
Bloom quickly and make much of the sunshine The twigs conspire against you Hear them! They hold you from behind
You shall not take wing Except wing by wing, brokenly, And yet— Even they Shall not endure for ever.
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