OLD-FASHIONED FLOWERS 



I HAVE seen them, those whom I have 

 named and as many whom I have for- 

 gotten, all thus collected in the garden 

 of an old sage, the same that taught me 

 to love the bees. They displayed them- 

 selves in beds and clusters, in symmet- 

 rical borders, ellipses, oblongs, quin- 

 cunxes and lozenges, surrounded by 

 box hedges, red bricks, earthenware 

 tiles or brass chains, like precious mat- 

 ters contained in ordered receptacles 

 similar to those which we find in the 

 discoloured engravings that illustrate 

 the works of the old Dutch poet, Jacob 

 Cats. And the flowers were drawn up 

 in rows, some according to their kinds, 

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