Poets Are Beset
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James McLain
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Poets are beset; and winter blue to show it
Counting days untill one knew the spring
Almost without exception and always are
Poets are beset; inside her summers dream
Wishing now as last the autumns left to fall
Poached upon brown stone two geese fly by
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