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When all the others were away at Mass
I was all hers as we peeled potatoes.
They broke the silence, let fall one by one
Like solder weeping off the soldering iron:
Cold comforts set between us, things to share
Gleaming in a bucket of clean water.
And again let fall. Little pleasan…

The poet's dream stole over him like sunlight
And passed into the tenebrous thickets.

Declensions sang on air