The red eyes of rabbits
aren't sad. No one passes
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A doll's hair concealing
an eggshell skull delicately
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Though the road turn at last
to death’s ordinary door,
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To lie back under the tallest
oldest trees. How far the stems
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The moon is a sow
and grunts in my throat
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U.S. BURIED IRAQI SOLDIERS ALIVE IN GULF WAR
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The authentic! Shadows of it
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The clouds as I see them, rising
urgently, roseate in the
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Something forgotten for twenty years: though my fathers
and mothers came from Cordova and Vitepsk and Caernarvon,
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The flowerlike
animal perfume
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Hypocrite women, how seldom we speak
of our own doubts, while dubiously
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Pale, then enkindled,
light
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The old wooden steps to the front door
where I was sitting that fall morning
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As the stores close, a winter light
opens air to iris blue,
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Bricks of the wall,
so much older than the house -
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All others talked as if
talk were a dance.
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That dog with daisies for eyes
who flashes forth
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As you read, a white bear leisurely
pees, dyeing the snow
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Genial poets, pink-faced
earnest wits—
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Innocent decision: to enjoy.
And the pathos
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An old man whose black face
shines golden-brown as wet pebbles
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Elves are no smaller
than men, and walk
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Not the moon. A flower
on the other side of the water.
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Turn from that road's beguiling ease; return
to your hunger's turret. Enter, climb the stair
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Delivered out of raw continual pain,
smell of darkness, groans of those others
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"I am a landscape," he said.
"a landscape and a person walking in that landscape.
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Ah, Grief, I should not treat you
like a homeless dog
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Green Snake, when I hung you round my neck
and stroked your cold, pulsing throat
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I was welcomed here—clear gold
of late summer, of opening autumn,
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Since I stroll in the woods more often
than on this frequented path, it's usually
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