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Body my housemy horse my houndwhat will I dowhen you are
Where will I
How will I
What will I
Where can I gowithout my mountall eager and
How will I knowin thicket aheadis danger or treasurewhen Body my goodbright dog is
How will it beto lie in the skywithout roof or doorand wind for an
With cloud for shifthow will I hide?
May Swenson
Anna Thilda May "May" Swenson (May 28, 1913 – December 4, 1989) was an American poet and playwright. Harold Bloom considered her one of the most
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