Upon the table in their bowl <br />in violent disarray <br />of yellow sprays, green spikes <br />of leaves, red pointed petals <br />and curled heads of blue <br />and white among the litter <br />of the forks and crumbs and plates <br />the flowers remain composed. <br />Coolly their colloquy continues <br />above the coffee and loud talk <br />grown frail as vaudeville.<br /><br />William Carlos Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-disputants/
