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family poem

in an old chamber softly lit
up from the meadows rich with corn
i am singing to you
world that changes under my hand
sleep, gray brother of death
do not grieve that it is over
i walk down the garden paths
along a river-side
i saw the clouds among the hills
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
glass-blower of time
when freedom from her mountain height
there are gains for all our losses

 



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