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baby poem

i was a goddess ere the marble found me
give me
the air is like a butterfly
within my hand i hold
looking beyond
in the dark and peace of my final bed
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
and with the humming bird
out of the deep and the dark
come down at dawn from windless hills
i never knew the earth had so much gold
i see all human wits
now while my lips are living
one by one, like leaves from a tree

 



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