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your grasp is frail
on the edge of the sand-hill.
The sea-violet
fragile as agate,
lies fronting all the wind.
Wild honey smells of freedom
The dust--of sunlight
I'm a fart in a gale of wind, a humble violet, under a cow pat.
But could a dream send up through onion fumes
Its white and violet, fight with fried potatoes
This morning men deliver wounds and death.
They will deliver death and wounds tomorrow.
perpetually crouched, quivering, upon the
sternly allotted sandpile
O beautiful white land,
olives and wild anemone and violet
Calypso heard your call
across the gathering drift
I will bring you the lily that laughs,
I will twine
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