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‘I Was Afraid of Dying’ by James Wright
Once,I was afraid of dyingIn a field of dry weeds.But now,All day long I have been walking among damp fields,Trying to keep still, listeningTo insects that move patiently.Perhaps they are sampling the fresh dew that gathers slowly In empty snail shellsAnd in the secret shelters of sparrow feathers fallen on the earth. Source: Wright, James.…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 248
i begin to the next groan i spend climb the old snow on the thigh and fall— fall one day i begin to keep up at night reappear blows of bear-transcendence the fairway i begin to hunt him down as i knew i would and which i lurch the word “hunt” appears precisely no…
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