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teen poem

we who stood
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
my son is dead and i am going blind
two rows of cabbages
when you come tonight
my soul is a dark ploughed field
do not turn your head
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
in mournful numbers
listen

 



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