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In the MorningI see in my dreams a dour shallow streamwhere the fullness of night turns a black eyeand my thoughts, as leaves, softly drop then sink. ..
Three Old Storiesi.Stepping from the shade of that old palm;his left wing light in the whistling windwhere all is healed in the garden with prayinghan..
To Clear and Farm a FieldThere is no hidden countrywhere a man can drophis plow; scream in his sorrow,then give his tears to the soil.The very beads o..