"The universal hue"
--Stevens

Resurrection lightens shades of you,
when dawning in the crater lakes of eyes,
robin's eggs--their baby blues--reflect sapphirine skies
or lightning cracks a dome of indigo.

As zephyrs buff the noonday Sun, his helium car,
then plum tree leaves and myrtle berries pip
a rain-glazed roof; blue as bluebirds winging through a dip
in crests of spruce, woaded sheep and denim sails flash far.

But what of other dyes and deeps? The wild blue iris
whose lemon blood bleeds down bright violet petals;
Blue Morpho butterfly, late lilac ink, grape metals,

wine dregs, whatever shines dark. In the halls of Osiris,
torches of pewter shed blue on the blades of a giant back.
Then the hydra-night, scaled with stars, flames forth, blue-black!

(Ac: Plainsongs)