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grandmother poem

by the shore, by the sea
i saw god. do you doubt it?
i am a woman
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
little gate was reached at last
and how could you dream of meeting
sweet splendor
she knows a cheap release
i heard the wind all day

 



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