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Last night when my work was done,
And my estranged hands
Were becoming mutually interested
In such forgotten things as pulses,
I looked out of a window
Into a glittering night sky.
And instantly
I began to feather-stitch a ring around the moon.
Kamu malı: şairin ölümünün üzerinden 70 yıldan fazla geçti.
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