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mother daughter poem

bring me soft song
death's nobility again
when i was a boy at college
she must go back, she said
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
perhaps it is no matter that you died
under dusky laurel leaf
burly, dozing humble-bee
noises that strive to tear
were it not for that singular smell
a flying word from here and there
she burst fierce wine
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
but i cannot read you now

 



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