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thanksgiving poem

eighty years have passed, and more
by the shore, by the sea
my true love from her pillow rose
why so sad my lovely one?
star-dust and vaporous light
i stand in the cold gray weather
my son is dead and i am going blind
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
i walk down the garden paths
calm as that second summer
babylon-where i go dreaming
sleep, gray brother of death
let us express our baser passions

 



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