In frames as large as rooms that face all ways
And block the ends of streets with giant loaves,
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There is an evening coming in
Across the fields, one never seen before,
That lights no lamps.
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Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand,
As epitaph:
He chucked up everything
And just cleared off,
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Down stucco sidestreets,
Where light is pewter
And afternoon mist
Brings lights on in shops
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Is it for now or for always,
The world hangs on a stalk?
Is it a trick or a trysting-place,
The woods we have found to walk?
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Lambs that learn to walk in snow
When their bleating clouds the air
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Continuing to live - that is, repeat
A habit formed to get necessaries -
Is nearly always losing, or going without.
It varies.
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When I was a child, I thought,
Casually, that solitude
Never needed to be sought.
Something everybody had,
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If I were called in
To construct a religion
I should make use of water.
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After comparing lives with you for years
I see how I’ve been losing: all the while
I’ve met a different gauge of girl from yours.
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