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RomanticFrank Marshall Davis

Flowers of Darkness

Slowly the night blooms, unfurling Flowers of darkness, covering The trellised sky, becoming A bouquet of blackness Unending Touched with sprigs Of pale and budding stars Soft the night smell Among April trees Soft and richly rare Yet commonplace Perfume on a cosmic scale I turn to you Mandy Lou I see the flowering night Cameo condensed Into the lone black rose
ContemplativeFrank Marshall Davis

Query

Who knows? Perhaps the cloudless night is a veil of dull black silk set with small white diamonds and one yellow pearl to cover the face of the infinite from the vulgar gaze of man.
DreamyFrank Marshall Davis

April Night

Fingers Fingers Hundreds of fingers Black Clutching— Leafless branches of trees Projected against A blue-gray sky. Fingers grasp At the silver-spun dress Of the moon-goddess As she lazily passes Leafless branches of April trees.

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