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[sally_spy]

Hymn
BY CARL PHILLIPS

Less the shadow
than you a stag, sudden, through it.   
Less the stag breaking cover than

the antlers, with which   
crowned.
Less the antlers as trees leafless,

to either side of the stag’s head, than-
between them-the vision that must   
mean, surely, rescue.

Less the rescue.
More, always, the ache   
toward it.

When I think of death, the

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[peacock_hunting]

This is so beautiful.