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grandmother poem

now that i have cooled to you
i gazed upon the glorious sky
night is dark, and the winter winds
the saddest of the year
in all things not spoken of
soft as the bed in the earth
star-dust and vaporous light
she limps with halting painful pace
she must go back, she said
blossoms of babies
often is it not so?

 



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