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baby poem

i fill this cup
here falls no light
god
so lost
soft as the bed in the earth
a flying word from here and there
the pale day drowses on the western steep
sun stepped down from his golden throne
now while my lips are living
night is dark, and the winter winds
i said
no prey am i of poor thoughts
better than granite
bring me soft song

 



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