Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

Whatever it was I lost, whatever I wept for

Loving me in secret.
Was a wild, gentle thing, the small dark eyes
Was a wild, gentle thing, the small dark eyes
Loving me in secret.
Loving me in secret.
It is here. At a touch of my hand,
It is here. At a touch of my hand,
The air fills with delicate creatures
The air fills with delicate creatures
From the other world. —James Wright
From the other world.
—James Wright

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