In A Cuban Garden
by Sara Teasdale

Hibiscus flowers are cups of fire, (Love me, my lover, life will not stay) The bright poinsettia shakes in the wind, A scarlet leaf is blowing away. A lizard lifts his head and listens Kiss me before the noon goes by, Here in the shade of the ceiba hide me From the great black vulture circling the sky.
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