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death poem

out of me unworthy and unknown
those black eyes i once so praised
my mother taught me that every night
green afternoon serene and bright
in the dark and peace of my final bed
now that i have cooled to you
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
braided and woven
tell me
under the harvest moon
to the passionate lover
hang no wreath

 



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