William McBride

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The hill brown-painted in the light
Is pretty, though tested by the eye's pleasance.
The day-monumental hill stands
In the pretty morning rain-showers that come late,
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'Caliban Commenting On Our Book,
NEW SAYINGS'

To lurk drunk to work
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'My Add-On Poem: 2'

It is best to have that fear of knowing more
Since my vision is becoming your vision.
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'My Poem to which I am Adding More Each Day'

Who will we jam off to next?
For me, there's no world outside.
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Long Lost Peace

The hill brown-painted in the light
Is pretty, though tested by the eye's pleasance.
The day-monumental hill stands
In the pretty morning rain-showers that come late,
A monument guarded by the pacing larks.
The long lost rain showers it all,
The larks of the late afternoon and the rocks and I.
I am long lost among the weeds, Lord,
In the worn-out late afternoon hunting my way back.
The broad-leafed weeds, Lord, are little,
And little charitable help me to find some path.
I am sunken and worn-out too from thinking
Of a path left in the day warring to go down.
My never-resting thoughts leave me afraid to steal.

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