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| I waited for my life to start / for years...
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Time collapses between the lips of strangers...
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Glory be to God for dappled things...
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Now drops that floated on the pool...
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| It will not last the night...
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I have measured out my life with coffee spoons...
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April / Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers...
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so much depends / upon // a red wheel / barrow...
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| The little girls / Running in the park at dusk / Are almost women now— / What you've missed...
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I have wasted my life...
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Skin doesn't have roots, it peels away easy as paper...
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As to me I know of nothing else but miracles...
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| I carry your heart...
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Caught — the bubble / in the spirit level, / a creature divided...
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I am looking for the trail. / Where is my testing-tree...
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I was all hers as we peeled potatoes...
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| the stones of the river / have sucked men's eyes dry...
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they have carried me in their branches...
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Trees make a long shadow / And a light sound...
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This is the way the world ends...
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| shine as it will, / The world will love its darkness still...
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Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew...
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I wake to sleep...
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at least I have not woken up / with a bloody knife in my hand...
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