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.
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• Timeless mothers,
• How is it that your aspic nipples
• For once vent honey?
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• The pine-tree sweetens my body
• The white iris beautifies me.