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life poem

i am old and blind
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
world that changes under my hand
they may talk of love in a cottage
love me at last, or if you will not
you are beautiful and faded
tripping up, falling down
city that is not a city
along the banks
have we no shame?
sweet splendor

 



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