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The vague transitions of color
Your crisp edge, then disappeared -
Into pinks and oranges, fogged.
The outline of blue’s flowers -
Trace around the painting’s edge.
Love’s arms protect and warm,
Imagination.
Your use of the patterns like
A beautiful thought of all nature’s
textures, a combined effusion.
The overt standing of the sturdy,
White vase, it’s offering:
The magic of color arranged.
A color poem for the eye.
White Vase With Flowers, 1916