Elegy in Memory of My Mother: On a Leaf Grey light, autumn: there are fogs abroad. Whether far off a bird unfolds on air its wings and flies earthward gustily, or leaf falls to the drifted heaps'...
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Behold: One Star! One leaf is first, one has dominion of the bare vast air where winter was: such leaf, such solitary tongue of praise, such hermit in the desert of the earth, such leaf, such...
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