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A review by missmansanas
Blue Iris by Mary Oliver
4.0
It doesn't happen all of a sudden, you know.
"Doesn't it?" says the wind, and breaks open,
releasing distillation of blue iris.
And my heart panics not to be, as I long to be,
the empty, waiting, pure, speechless receptacle.
4.5/5
Review to follow.
"Doesn't it?" says the wind, and breaks open,
releasing distillation of blue iris.
And my heart panics not to be, as I long to be,
the empty, waiting, pure, speechless receptacle.
4.5/5
Review to follow.