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Fragment number 1Fear not your sons, or take from them their whistles.Fragment number 1
Clang not your bells until you hear what they have made
The fruit of youth grows not within the thistles,
But rise upon the earth where fathers cast their shade.
The NurseSkillfully she chasedThe Nurse
The water out
With her hands
With turning wrists
That tensed - pulled out like rope
Then released
And they stroked your face When they did not stroke your face.
The Youthcharged with fervor of one's own at both sides the stones are thrownThe Youth
from the zenith, stands erect hot sweat dripping down his neck
eyes like doe's,thoughless pleas two marbles, two dead galaxies.
Untitled 1half circles filled with teeth and the air became black with hands it was hot like the breath of a cow that had fallen down one flight of stairs its low throwing sand with spit, with blood each hoof crossing to stand in sweat and soak in the radiance it was amdittedUntitled 1
by a lamp.
The voices had crested all eyes rest on him the light that had been gazed at for half of the winter from the attic stairwell unshakable, the void between the numbness they had felt under winter and every infant satisfaction that eve
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