Queen Anne’s Lace

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Her body is not so white as
anemone petals nor so smooth–nor
so remote a thing. It is a field
of the wild carrot taking
the field by force; the grass
does not raise above it.
Here is no question of whiteness,
white as can be, with a purple mole
at the center of each flower.
Each flower is a hand’s span
of her whiteness. Wherever
his hand has lain there is
a tiny purple blossom under his touch
to which the fibres of her being
stem one by one, each to its end,
until the whole field is a
white desire, empty, a single stem,
a cluster, flower by flower,
a pious wish to whiteness gone over–
or nothing.

 William Carlos Williams

“Legend has it that Queen Anne, the wife of King James I, was challenged by her friends to create lace as beautiful as a flower. While making the lace, she pricked her finger, and it’s said that the purple-red flower in the center of Queen Anne’s Lace represents a droplet of her blood.” Telaflora.Com

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2 thoughts on “Queen Anne’s Lace

  1. Oh, my . . . love this poem, William Carlos Williams, and Queen Anne’s Lace. I may have to snatch this poem to use sometime.

    We have a lot of Queen Anne’s Lace growing around here and I can’t help myself. I pull the car over or take a walk, camera in hand, mind wandering and somehow, a few stems worth has made it into a prairie bouquet. You have given me a fine ending to a very long day – and I thnk you.

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