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Francesca

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You came in out of the night
And there were flowers in your hand,
Now you will come out of a confusion of people,
Out of a turmoil of speech about you.

I who have seen you amid the primal things
Was angry when they spoke your name
IN ordinary places.
I would that the cool waves might flow over my mind,
And that the world should dry as a dead leaf,

Or as a dandelion see-pod and be swept away,
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ione Gonzalez 21 October 2009

Ahh..''among the primal things''; delight is this poem, and so sensual, my love gave me that as a gift, different from H.D, I took it happily...

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R James Sterzinger 06 June 2009

now that is a jealous love poem, who could do btter than ezra..ha, just try

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