(From Robert Lowell)
the things of the eye are done.,
On the illuminated black dial,
green ciphers of a new moon-
one, two, three, four, five, six!
I breathe and cannot sleep.
Then morning comes,
saying, "This was a night."
thoughts?
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Where are you going to put that?
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