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daughter poem

in new york harbor
though i am little as all little things
my true love from her pillow rose
had he and i but met
quietly, with reverance, in awe
see the tentative
i heard the wind all day
beautiful
star-dust and vaporous light
therefore i may not
the agony of having too much power
i despise my friends more than you

 



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