bulb buried deep earth
ice skin covers blossoms site
hiding in soils warmth
bulb skin must be thick
lying dormant cold as death
frost melts new life
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
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