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grandmother poem

a mist was driving down
have you not heard
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
and still they walked on
look out upon the stars, my love
from floor to ceiling
backward, turn backward
of sun nor stars
i am in love with high far-seeing places
dark-eyed

 



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