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< } 7, “Hole frame the sun stood stilt on him’. Witepering, :
C . summer wind touched slightly om tte brink listening
qe PAS tontihe sew e murmur grabbing his body and he renee
direatiheat removing water, when pecking beneath MP
j Plante: there wae always a: Peeling of mist for him. a
: This: war not er fecling Mike the abandonment of life), -
or like being only words’. .
cy STt takem me inte: the earth of thinges* ;
Tt te AMinadt,, and’ now he ie Tooking owt to yous! No
. need? to get far fetched ebout Afiiimels! Seen way out
ie: the: sung. It glinmers), fades; , and then aske the ;
musoles: of the Inman race to push owt end catch tte ,
= lone powers. Below there ts sexy rolling slight. For aaa |
these are the places Animal’ inhebites: ielanda, , dunes).
and’ the end of deserts. Wiere there is sea: in sooth;:
where the foam of salt ant blazed cheek may settle on
santa
3 The soft wind asked him ta cond, and he rose aut of :
enmoney blanket on Madison Avenue and fallowed>:.There
_ Fematned for arlong tine though e thing to fight, for :
“a the: estate posted ite eins in e.check at hie doorstep
: of the seven seat ag he pushed on toward hie time for .
— deadiation). :
"Wiew my mother wept it hurt my youth, , because she }
Wae a- getting olier delicate toy my fatiers PTung from 4a
ther mints as wasteful children dof?I"hewe hed not = :
. q Home to load, but uy mother dreamed of falling in.eilk i
oe from the corner of the penthouse wall;.The Artimel howe
SO over, ia not. any poet's pit’ of stones Problens may be =
: the constemt nag of wishful bites, but. will garntah
the-longing pull. of the beach bums possibility dreams
with pitchers of nm ant! cokes" :
"Tt wee om the- Caribbean, where fined glase for noon -
ashore drinks seemingly cast out. & cryatel upon the
| native weitere hands,’ Within the site the Tower deck . ;
tucks tightly away ite Merchant: Englishmen,’ Weok They
looked! up from their duties and eluming Lediiees. Roun?
coined eliver hae turned out dipping im tum dom ae
thecbweeze through the aire! It was tossed from the “ yi
slips belcony by: the poor poor lady who has cancer {
chvioue om her fate, ant! her Pevorabe brought it up
from bottom to: surface im hie white teothi.
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