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they ask me where i've been
we who stood
i cannot always feel his greatness
since i have felt the sense of death
when i was a boy at college
beneath my window in a city street
see the tentative
my son is dead and i am going blind
very well, you liberals
when i was broke in london
quietly, with reverance, in awe
to clothe the fiery thought

 



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