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friend poem

i went up and down the streets
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
in all things not spoken of
the snow whispers about me
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
which keeps
she limps with halting painful pace
he speaks not well
you are clear
before the solemn bronze saint

 



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