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short love poem

little gate was reached at last
she was a beauty in the days
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
let me be sad
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
dear wife
in the sphere
there is an hour of peaceful rest
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes

 



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