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fall poem

con los ojos mansos, marrones
algunos de los daños que usted ha curado
revuelva
porqué entonces, la necesidad nosotros ve?
sobre ellas todas, mirando abajo
podríamos sino saber
déme
el viejo oeste, el viejo tiempo
cuando los mar-vientos perforaron nuestras soledades
cuando las horas del día se numeran
sobre los tejados compita con las sombras de nubes
mi madre me enseñó que cada noche

 



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