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nature poem

i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
why then, must we see?
the air is like a butterfly
my true love from her pillow rose
sweet splendor
tell me not
uplifting, as the wind blew
very well, you liberals
tripping up, falling down
master of human destinies am i
with lips blood red and heart of stone

 



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