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sad death poem

and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
i know what you're going to say
this ancient silver bowl of mine
long ago, in the young moonlight
the saddest of the year
in their ragged regimentals
into the silent land
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
glass-blower of time
in september
softly weeping
just now

 



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