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Our canoe idles in the idling current
Of the tree and vine and rush enclosed
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I pass your home in a slow vermilion dawn,
The blinds are drawn, and the windows are open.
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A Memorial for Dylan Thomas
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A thing unknown for years,
Rain falls heavily in June,
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Again tonight I read “Before Disaster,”
The tense memento of a will
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For a month now, wandering over the Sierras,
A poem had been gathering in my mind,
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I don’t mind the human race.
I’ve got pretty used to them
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It is spring once more in the Coast Range
Warm, perfumed, under the Easter moon.
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It rains on the roofs
As it rains in my poems
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Somebody has given my
Baby daughter a box of
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SPRING, COAST RANGE
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Strong ankled, sun burned, almost naked,
The daughters of California
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The mountain road ends here,
Broken away in the chasm where
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The stars of the Great Bear drift apart
The Horse and the Rider together northeastward
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The summer of nineteen eighteen
I read The Jungle and The
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There are sparkles of rain on the bright
Hair over your forehead;
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Under the orchards, under
The tree strung vines, little blue
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You were a girl of satin and gauze
Now you are my mountain and waterfall companion.
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