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death poetry

i know not where
there were three in the meadow by the brook
braided and woven
i am dying
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
you are clear
she was a beauty in the days
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
this ancient silver bowl of mine
there is an hour of peaceful rest
thoughts through my head
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray

 



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