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poem for dad

i have cast the world
be in me as the eternal moods
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
i love my hour of wind and light
her face is fair and smooth and fine
she was a beauty in the days
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
when freedom from her mountain height
i burn no incense

 



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