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friend poem

among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
i see all human wits
long ago, in the young moonlight
rocked in the cradle of the deep
i have seen the proudest stars
what shall we do now
therefore i may not
when you come tonight
as a white candle
a pen of steel
beneath my window in a city street
which i wish to remark
within my hand i hold

 



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