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![]() the day hooded by low clouds. |
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![]() there is no ferry waiting on the shore of rock and no man holding a long oar, ready to take your last coin. This is the real earth and the real water it contains. |
![]() Is tie the poem to a chair with rope And torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose To find out what it really means. |
![]() barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window in one of the fragile cotton dresses of the poor. She will look in at me with her thin arms extended, offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light. |
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![]() mysteriously placed in your waking hand or set upon your forehead moments before you open your eyes. |
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![]() and to the vast, windless spaces between the stars. |
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