Sea Poppies
Amber husk
fluted with hold,
fruit on the sand
marked with a rich grain,

treasure
spilled near the shrub-pines
to bleach on the boulders:

your stalk has caught root
among wet pebbles
and drift flung by the sea
and grated shells
and split conch-shells.

Beautiful, wife-spread,
fire upon leaf,
what meadow yields
so fragrant a leaf
as your bright leaf?