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wedding poem

soft as the bed in the earth
the swan existing
were it not for that singular smell
now that i have cooled to you
you are clear
i heard the wind all day
beneath my window in a city street
god
through the broad earth's aching breast
under a spreading chestnut tree
in mournful numbers

 



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