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grandmother poem

among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
see, from this counterfeit of him
she limps with halting painful pace
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
it was a tall young oysterman
i saw the first pear
were it not for that singular smell
it tells of good old times
i am in love with high far-seeing places
when a deed is done for freedom
rising moon has hid the stars
last midnight
risen from the dead
i gazed upon the glorious sky

 



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