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Can You Guess What She Likes in This?Sibelius tells me I'm wonderful in thick sheets of music falling,whitening landscape, With strings with cymbals with woodwind He watched the snowfall for 14 days. Ceased composing the rest of his life. Did you know that story? The molecules of his last symphony Drift over the asparagus bed. That unsung music. I hear this, and go Out after dark, to begin digging. |
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Issue #22/23, October, 2001 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.