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i am the wind that wavers
if it
i fill this cup
over the river they beckon to me
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
a flying word from here and there
leave the lovely words unsaid
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
have you not heard
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
up from the south at break of day

 



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