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halloween poetry

i am in love with high far-seeing places
beneath my window in a city street
gone are the three, those sisters rare
i am singing to you
sweet splendor
were it not for that singular smell
the arches of the red bridge
daughter, thou art come to die
do you hear the rain?
the pale day drowses on the western steep
there by the window in the old house

 



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