Iris.
I wish for your eyes, They notice the unseeable,
Trace the thin lines on paper after paper. Till the stack has tipped over, And all the sheets fly away and Dance along with the wind.
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I wish for your eyes, They notice the unseeable,
Trace the thin lines on paper after paper. Till the stack has tipped over, And all the sheets fly away and Dance along with the wind.
The speaker admires someone else's eyes and wishes to have them. The poem is dedicated to "Iris," which also happens to be the name for the colored part of the eye, so the name quietly ties the whole thing together.
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