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Contra William Carlos Williams
The only realism in art is of the imagination. It is only thus that the work
escapes plagiarism after nature and becomes a creation.
-Spring and All, p. 35
A leaf sometimes might seem to be a bee
Afloat upon the humming summer air
The tiny tree-ness of some greater Tree
Or brolly of a fairy-lady fair
A leaf may be presented as a shield
In chlorophyllic marching order trimmed
Its veins as dents received upon the field
The eye of each woody cell dying and dimmed
But even so
In this, inter-warriors, come not to grief
For in the end, a leaf is still a leaf
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