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I find you in the places I least expect.
I saw you in the neighbor's pond last week.
Vibrations of lessons soon to be learnedmade orange leaves ripp..
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A Collaboration with Solst. Recovered and complete with the third and final scene--an imagined conversation between Emily Dickinson and Walt Whitman
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Act I of III written with Solst
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Miss Dickinson, those sweetest longings you have.
The splendor of life, rising and falling, dancing to mystic symphonies,
tussling with those hi..
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Act III of my collaboration with Solst. Emily and Walt say farewell.
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would you believe
that sometimes people come to me
and spill stories
they wouldn't ordinarily tell?
and every single time
the words I needed..
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real or imagined, who can tell?
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nervous, so nervous
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He thinks I'm magic
as if my voicehas powerto pull him fromthe dark abyss.
I think it must be trickery,
sleight of hand,
magnetism,
trap doors ..
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One day when you find yourself in hills
of tall trees and whispered secrets,
Believe in the glories of nature
and you cansit and watch trees bloom-..
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