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Marsden Hartley

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I have taken scales from off  
The cheeks of the moon.  
I have made fins from bluejays' wings,  
I have made eyes from damsons in the shadow.  
I have taken flushes from the peachlips in the sun.
From all these I have made a fish of heaven for you,  
Set it swimming on a young October sky.  
I sit on the bank