"We usually think of the poppy as a coarse flower; but it is the most transparent and delicate of all the blossoms of the field ... the poppy is painted glass; it never glows so brightly as when the sun shines through it. Wherever it is seen - against the light or with the light - always, it is a flame, and warms the wind like a blown ruby". (Ruskin, "Proserpina - studies of wayside flowers", 1874).
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