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memorial poem

last midnight
to the passionate lover
have you not heard
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
i've won the race
the air is full of dawn and spring
under dusky laurel leaf
if it
the fragrance came
i saw god. do you doubt it?
the old west, the old time
up from the south at break of day
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
under the harvest moon

 



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