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Although they areonly breath, wordswhich I commandare immortaltranslated by:
Barnard
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Although they areonly breath, wordswhich I commandare immortaltranslated by:
Barnard
Each day I go further into the woods
They fall before me like a
Without stars, and without a curve
It goes on the ocean, now
All these great barns out here in the outskirts,
black creosote boards knee-deep in the bluegrass.
They look so beautifully abandoned, even in use.
You say they look like arks after the sea’s