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royal feast was done
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
when i go back to earth
with her hair flaying wildly
up and down he goes
the air is like a butterfly
god
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
there by the window in the old house
that year
wheel me down by the meadow
my son is dead and i am going blind
and with the humming bird
i have cast the world

 



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