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Behind a mirror; there is a shadow
Behind a mirror, there’s shadow And gloomy sleep, your way I want to try — where it will lead And where there is the seaport. I see, the flag hanging upon a ship, And you, on deck, standing, all alone, You — in the smoke & sound of train, the fields In grieving of…
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A rainy day: a magical moment to recall
All night the sound had come back again, and again falls this quite, persistent rain. What am I to myself that must be remembered, insisted upon so often? Is it? That never the ease, even the hardness, of rain falling will have for me something other than this, something not so persevering am I…