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life poem

my son is dead and i am going blind
i said
out of the window a sea of green trees
perhaps
their beautiful hair
i have seen the proudest stars
brief on a flying night
pharaoh, king of egypt's land
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
i burn no incense
with her hair flaying wildly
in and of itself

 



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