After dark
Near the South Dakota border,
The moon is out hunting, everywhere,
Delivering fire,
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It can't be the passing of time that casts
That white shadow across the waters
Just offshore.
I shiver a little, with the evening.
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Dark cypresses--
The world is uneasily happy;
It will all be forgotten.
--Theodore Storm
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Why should we do this? What good is it to us? Above all,
how can we do such a thing? How can it possibly be done?
--Freud
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Many animals that our fathers killed in America
Had quick eyes.
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Lured by the wall, and drawn
To stare below the roof,
Where pigeons nest aloof
From prowling cats and men,
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I will grieve alone,
As I strolled alone, years ago, down along
The Ohio shore.
I hid in the hobo jungle weeds
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Give me this time, my first and severe
Italian, a poem about gold,
The left corners of eyes, and the heavy
Night of the locomotives that brought me here,
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And how can I, born in evil days
And fresh from failure, ask a kindness of Fate?
-- Written A.D. 819
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