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The poem
My poem,my world Did we live lightly then? Twice we've seen the fox, the flash of red that leaps the weed and brush,and after-image grey, then blank,then gone delight cannot be sought or pleasure thought or joy re-caught but twice we saw the fox,not once, and knew his fear of us Step in time,love,step in time, live inside the morning twice we saw the fox,not once, and knew his fear of us By Susan Stewart |
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