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child poem

when i returned at sunset
you are beautiful and faded
brother, i am fire
passing through huddled and ugly walls
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
i think it just splendid
the ancient songs
daughter, thou art come to die
your body's motion is like music
i loved a woman
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
love me at last, or if you will not
it was a tall young oysterman

 



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