This poem is not addressed to you.
You may come into it briefly
But no one will find you here no one.
You will have changed before th......
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Our lives avoided tragedy
Simply by going on and on
Without end and with little apparent meaning.
Oh there were storms and small cata......
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Lights are burning
In quiet rooms
Where lives go on
Resembling ours.
The quiet lives
That follow us—
These lives......
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It's snowing this afternoon and there are no flowers.
There is only this sound of falling quiet and remote
Like the memory of scales desce......
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Dear ghosts dear presences O my dear parents
Why were you so sad on porches whispering?
What great melancholies were loosed among our sw......
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