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marriage poem

my mother taught me that every night
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
sweet with fern and rose
grieve not for the invisible
i saw the clouds among the hills
up from the meadows rich with corn
under the harvest moon
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
high walls and huge
a bird sang
a life on the ocean wave

 



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