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graduation poem

i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
star-dust and vaporous light
i cannot always feel his greatness
winged shadows sweeping by
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
beautiful, tragical faces
sun and wind and beat of sea
at midnight
gone are the three, those sisters rare
splendid and terrible your love
often i think of the beautiful town

 



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