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from our hidden places
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
babylon-where i go dreaming
brother, i am fire
the long resounding marble corridors
thou unrelenting past
with the meek, brown eyes
of sun nor stars
stern cold man
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
i love my hour of wind and light
beside a stricken field
the snow whispers about me
glooms of the live-oaks

 



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