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friendship poem

sweet splendor
this is the arsenal
in the cloud-gray mornings
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
not from the whole wide world
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
now that i have cooled to you
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
noises that strive to tear
the poets tell
sun and wind and beat of sea

 



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