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halloween poem

storm
i can not tell you now
she must go back, she said
though i am little as all little things
have we no shame?
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
i cannot always feel his greatness
let a joy keep you
there by the window in the old house
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
if it
rocked in the cradle of the deep

 



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