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![]() There is hunting in heaven -- Sleep safe till tomorrow. |
![]() upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens. |
![]() before the first frost--so goes the tale of winter branches and old bones. |
![]() where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire that closes round me this year. |
![]() by what devious means do you contrive to remain idle? Teach me, O master. |
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![]() cruelty which, by our wills, we transform to live together. |
![]() its little loaves of sweet smells from a white sky! |
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![]() something urgent I have to say to you and you alone but it must wait while I drink in the joy of your approach, perhaps for the last time. |
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