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911 B
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33 lines
911 B
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type: post
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date: 2022-05-31
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title: To Dwale
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categories:
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- Poem
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tags:
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- Death
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- Grief
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---
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<div class="verse">
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Beneath that evening’s breeze the sickly sweet
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and brazen scent of countless flowrs
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awoke inside of you a darkened sleep
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Of dreams dug deeper than the soil.
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Oh, we are waking minds who missed that scent!
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What hope have we who wait in life,
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who sit and pray and watch for your next breath?
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Our hope can only reach for ends —
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To wit, to see you wake and meet a mind
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Too keen to weed a garden clean —
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For we exhaled when you breathed in that breeze
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and flowers wreathe your sleeping form.
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Now I have told the bees about your death.
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And wept upon the stoop of their fine house.
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I’ve watered grass with wand’ring stories of
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Your joys and miseries. They spilled from home;
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They stood me right and made me eat your name
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Then bade me lift my eyes to stars of you.
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</div>
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