from "Asphodel, That Greeny Flower" by William Carlos Williams

Of asphodel, that greeny flower,
like a buttercup
upon its branching stem -
save that it's green and wooden -
I come, my sweet,
to sing to you.
We lived long together
a life filled,
if you will,
with flowers. So that
I was cheered
when I came first to know
that there were flowers also
in hell...
It is difficult
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for lack
of what is found there.
- William Carlos Williams

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