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grandmother poem

when i looked into your eyes
there were three in the meadow by the brook
within my hand i hold
the darkness rolls upward
sun and wind and beat of sea
the dawn was apple-green
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
i am fevered
now while my lips are living
as it
be in me as the eternal moods
earth travails
when i returned at sunset

 



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