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grandmother poem

now that i have cooled to you
my sorrow, when she's here with me
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
perhaps it is no matter that you died
stern cold man
the shadows of the ships
through the broad earth's aching breast
we were not many
in all things not spoken of
death's nobility again
no prey am i of poor thoughts
and with the humming bird
music i heard with you was more than music
brother, i am fire

 



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