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beside a stricken field
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
the ancient songs
sadly speaking
i saw with open eyes
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
shadows lay along broadway
who loves the rain
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
above them all, looking down
in new york harbor
it was many and many a year ago

 



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