Look at that white one which blissfully unfolded
And stands there in the great open petals
Like a Venus upright in the seashell;
and the blushing one, which as if confused
turns across to one that is cool,
and how the cold one stands wrapped in itself
among the open ones that shed everything.
And what they shed: how it can be
light and heavy, a cloak, a burden, a wing,
and a mask, it varies endlessly,
and how they shed it, as before the loved ones.