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The earth is motionless
And poised in space…
A great bird resting in its flight
Between the alleys of the stars.
It is the wind’s hour off….
The wind has nestled down among the corn….
The two speak privately together,
Awaiting the whirr of wings.
Kamu malı: şairin ölümünün üzerinden 70 yıldan fazla geçti.
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