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do not grieve that it is over
three years ago today
among the mountains i wandered
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
noises that strive to tear
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
pushing out, struggling vainly
where shall i find you
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
for truth, for love

 



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