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A peach sits squat and soft
On a dish dull white
All flesh contained in skin
Of felt and white-fur
And the tissue full and
Fat with sweet water
And the colour blushing
Dull yellow pink and blue
Coming in from the window
The slow light of dusk
And in places purple as the
House is holy and the fatted
Peach on the dull plate
Lies close to a blunt knife
And the keener edge by
Far is at the wooden
Heel of the heartscore pit
In the envelope of flesh.