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wedding poem

a bird sang
i burn no incense
where shall i find you
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
if it
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
the old songs
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
i think it just splendid
she burst fierce wine

 



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