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funeral poem

just as my fingers on these keys
stern cold man
the swan existing
though i am little as all little things
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
once this soft turf
full of tears
with her hair flaying wildly
i loved a woman
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
the dawn was apple-green
to what shall a woman liken her beloved

 



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