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something / Large and old awoke. And then our singing
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I / am beneath that water.
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We are like a field … of wild flowers … unpollinated … swaying
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O, my scouring eye
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I plant three seeds / As a spell. One
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The earth is a beautiful place.
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We’ll have to hurry. If we want to get started
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I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra. Boning-up in
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This poem
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Rilke ends his sonnet “Archaic Torso of Apollo” saying
