<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fury of Flowers and Worms</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let the flowers make a journey <br>on Monday so that I can see <br>ten daisies in a blue vase <br>with perhaps one red ant <br>crawling to the gold center. <br>A bit of the field on my table, <br>close to the worms <br>who struggle blinding, <br>moving deep into their slime, <br>moving deep into God's abdomen, <br>moving like oil through water, <br>sliding through the good brown. <br>The daisies grow wild <br>like popcorn. <br>They are God's promise to the field. <br>How happy I am, daisies, to love you. <br>How happy you are to be loved <br>and found magical, like a secret <br>from the sluggish field. <br>If all the world picked daisies <br>wars would end, the common cold would stop, <br>unemployment would end, the monetary market <br>would hold steady and no money would float. <br>Listen world. <br>if you'd just take the time to pick <br>the white flowers, the penny heart, <br>all would be well. <br>They are so unexpected. <br>They are as good as salt. <br>If someone had brought them <br>to van Gogh's room daily <br>his ear would have stayed on. <br>I would like to think that no one would die anymore <br>if we all believed in daisies <br>but the worms know better, don't they? <br>They slide into the ear of a corpse <br>and listen to his great sigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Sexton">Anne Sexton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345481" data-title="The Fury of Flowers and Worms de Anne Sexton" data-description="Let the flowers make a journey on Monday so that I can see ten daisies in a blue vase with perhaps one red ant crawling to the gold center. A bit of the field on my table, close to the worms who struggle blinding, moving deep into their sl..."></div> </div> </div>

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