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poem for pastors

as a naked man i go
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
for then without
have you heard
renew the vision of delight
i am fevered
those black eyes i once so praised
i am in love with high far-seeing places
roses and gold
do i like it
when i was a boy at college
if the red slayer think he slays

 



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