Something forgotten for twenty years: though my fathers
and mothers came from Cordova and Vitepsk and Caernarvon,
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The old wooden steps to the front door
where I was sitting that fall morning
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White dawn. Stillness. When the rippling began
I took it for a sea-wind, coming to our valley wit
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Some people,
no matter what you give them,
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Rose Red's hair is brown as fur
and shines in firelight as she prepares
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When I found the door
I found the vine leaves
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Rain-diamonds, this winter morning, embellish the tangle of unpruned pear-tree twigs; each solitaire, placed, it appearrs, with considered judgement, bears the
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All others talked as if
talk were a dance.
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Brilliant, this day – a young virtuoso of a day.
Morning shadow cut by sharpest scissors,
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The clouds as I see them, rising
urgently, roseate in the
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The tree of knowledge was the tree of reason.
That's why the taste of it
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Weißer Tagesanbruch. Stille. Als das Kräuseln begann,
hielt ich es für Seewind, in unser Tal kommend mit
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The flowerlike
animal perfume
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From the tawny light
from the rainy nights
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As the stores close, a winter light
opens air to iris blue,
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This wild night, gathering the washing as if it were flowers
animal vines twisting over the line
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Genial poets, pink-faced
earnest wits—
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In the Japanese tongue of the mind's eye one two syllable word tells of the fringe of rain clinging to the eaves and of the grey-green fronds of wild parsley.
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O Eros, silently smiling one, hear me.
Let the shadow of thy wings
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Hypocrite women, how seldom we speak
of our own doubts, while dubiously
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Down through the tomb's inward arch
He has shouldered out into Limbo
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The Rav
of Northern White Russia declined,
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Among the blight-killed eucalypts, among
trees and bushes rusted by Christmas frosts,
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Pale, then enkindled,
light
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There's in my mind a woman
of innocence, unadorned but
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After I had cut off my hands
and grown new ones
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The fire in leaf and grass
so green it seems
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"The World is not something to
look at, it is something to be in."
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Long after you have swung back
away from me
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The authentic! Shadows of it
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