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autumn poem

some one complained to the master
i went up and down the streets
all those treasures that lie
just now
when the hours of day are numbered
which i wish to remark
birds against the april wind
hang no wreath
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
the ships are lying in the bay
give me hunger
the darkness rolls upward

 



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