Naked, only naked did I know you. I, who had clothed you in my longing, now Was undeceived. Naked in the darkness, No longer blind.
Late Saturday afternoon, late winter, they sway and clap, not wanting to let the chorus go, and when their teacher asks,What are you, dead?
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Sunday settle of the coal-silted fog the damp cinders couching our slow steps up the hill to their farmhouse Pumpjacks to the east nodding back to the earth
