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Bruised grass at vespertime. The beasts folded among
the orchards. Flakes of scarlet cloud
burn like watchfires. Green ray strikes a knot
of women gathered high on a knoll.
Corncrake crying unseen
from hayfields. Late eclogue. The drowsy bellman
blesses the doors. Europa dreams into a
stasis at dusty day’s end, fingers limp on the
scepter. Crocosmia bending heavy with flower. Cool rivershadow. Shepherds supper on
chestnut cake. Night creeps up the
mountain. Heart leans toward the
Hesperides. The dead boy makes his
way down the lime alleys of the Hofgarten. |
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