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under a spreading chestnut tree
in new york harbor
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
i am a woman
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
the darkness rolls upward
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
at dawn, he said
for then without
through the broad earth's aching breast
made up of loveliness alone

 



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