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mother poem

i burn no incense
she knows a cheap release
i have to say good-night
afraid no more, i say
to some the fat gods
all those treasures that lie
if it
the air is full of dawn and spring
by the rude bridge
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
i stood by the open casement
why do you always stand there shivering

 



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