AWAY TO THE CRAGS, WHERE EAGLES SOAR

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Away with the moon
with her shadows and all
those sturdy penumbras
you saw in the ball.
Forget you, forget you
we fall out of bed
and all we beget
is quite suddenly dead.

She’s tousled & sleepy,
this edge of the moon,
where
Angus, dear Angus,
just walked out the room.
His pool-side of shadows
is living alone;
with ginger-nut biscuits
and large gulps of tea,
his shadow is thinking:
is this really me?

Are all of the…

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I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can

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I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can

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