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 Here is the poem featured:

Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.

Nor the woman in the ambulance

Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly -- 

A gift, a love gift

Utterly unasked for

By a sky

Palely and flamily

Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes

Dulled to a halt under bowlers.

 O my God, what am I

That these late mouths should cry open

In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.