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“Every one of us is losing something precious to us,” he says after the phone stops ringing. “Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads-at least that's where I imagine it-there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in ( Read more... ) -
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leaving new york
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love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places
yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds
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in spite of everything
which breathes and moves,since Doom
(with white longest hands
neatening each crease)
will smooth entirely our minds
--before leaving my room
i turn,and(stooping
through the morning)kiss
this pillow,dear
where our heads lived and were
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i have found what you are like
the rain,
(Who feathers frightened fieldswith the superior dust-of-sleep. wields
easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike
the air in unutterable coolness
deeds of green thrilling light
with thinned
newfragile yellows
lurch and.press
-in the woods
which
stutter
and
sing
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