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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=537417" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Primrose</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=537417" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! <br>It is not a color. <br>It is summer! <br>It is the wind on a willow, <br>the lap of waves, the shadow <br>under a bush, a bird, a bluebird, <br>three herons, a dead hawk <br>rotting on a pole-- <br>Clear yellow! <br>It is a piece of blue paper <br>in the grass or a threecluster of <br>green walnuts swaying, children <br>playing croquet or one boy <br>fishing, a man <br>swinging his pink fists <br>as he walks-- <br>It is ladysthumb, forget-me-nots <br>in the ditch, moss under <br>the flange of the carrail, the <br>wavy lines in split rock, a <br>great oaktree-- <br>It is a disinclination to be <br>five red petals or a rose, it is <br>a cluster of birdsbreast flowers <br>on a red stem six feet high, <br>four open yellow petals <br>above sepals curled <br>backward into reverse spikes-- <br>Tufts of purple grass spot the <br>green meadow and clouds the sky.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=William+Carlos+Williams">William Carlos Williams</a></strong></div>