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mvaljean525:

I felt as though my heart
would break in twain asunder,
looking upon the wonder
of imminent green art
in woods where proudly start—
only to end again—
buds fat with mortal plunder.

The truest loveliest pain
is that of ecstasy; the best
is speechlessness where such things rise:
and but a clenching in the breast,
and but a smarting in the eyes.

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The Bud

Groff Conklin  1904-1968

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Graphic – Mee Wong