Sea Poppies

Amber husk
Fluted with gold,
Fruit on the sand
Marked with a rich grain,

Spilled near the shrub-pines
To bleach on the boulders:

Your stalk has caught root
Among wet pebbles
And drift flung by the sea
And grated shells
And split conch-shells.

Beautiful, wide-spread,
Fire upon leaf,
What meadow yields
So fragrant a leaf
As your bright leaf?

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Sea Poppies