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baby poem

i saw the first pear
before the solemn bronze saint
doubtless i remember still
beneath the warrior's helm
so lost
in all things not spoken of
winged shadows sweeping by
there is a country full of wine
long ago, in the young moonlight
old wine to drink
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
her face is fair and smooth and fine

 



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