--crowkitsch
beauty at once is beauty forever
each in the other is its parallel
a moment is of eternal power
watch it make nothing of an hour near
its defiance of proportion is love
its submission to authority none
the flower of beauty is a poem
written without another thought to lose
but losing it is not lost to itself
as a rose is an afterthought foreclosed
the force of the stem’s sacred afterward’s
beauty at once is beauty by virtue
the petal that cascades and its rhythms
ancient precise original accent
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