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graduation poem

for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
brother, i am fire
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
to be able to see every side of every question
those black eyes i once so praised
i said
i have to say good-night
her face is fair and smooth and fine
i love to steal awhile away

 



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