for Christopher Smart
When winter was half over
God sent three angels to the
apple-tree
Who said to her
“Be glad, you little rack
Of empty sticks,
Because you have been chosen.
In May you will become
A wave of living sweetness
A nation of white petals
A dynasty of apples.”
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