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Thou shalt have an everlasting Monday and stand in the moon. The moon’s man stands in his shell, Bent under a bundle Of sticks. The light falls chalk and cold Upon our bedspread. His teeth are chattering among the leprous…
God knows how our neighbor managed to breed His great sow: Whatever his shrewd secret, he kept it hid In the same way He kept the sow—impounded from public stare, Prize ribbon and pig show. But one dusk our questions…
Throughout black winter the red haws withstoodAssault of snow-flawed winds from the dour skiesAnd, bright as blood-drops, proved no brave branch diesIf root’s firm-fixed and resolution good.Now, as green sap ascends the steepled wood,Each hedge with such white bloom astounds…
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