Nature
A Flaw
From A Selection from the Poems of Michael Field (1923)
Nature
To give me its bright plumes they shot a jay:
On the fresh jewels, blood! Oh, sharp remorse!
The glittering symbols of the little corse
I buried where the wood was noisome, blind.
Praying that I might nevermore betray
The universe, so whole within my mind.
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Codex Note
From Wild Honey, as marked in the 1923 Selection.
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Field, Michael. “A Flaw.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/field_m/170/.
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Field, Michael. “A Flaw.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/field_m/170/.
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