You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs?
And the poppy-petalled metaphysics?
And the rain repeatedly spattering
its words and drilling them full
of apertures and birds.
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You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs?
And the poppy-petalled metaphysics?
And the rain repeatedly spattering
its words and drilling them full
of apertures and birds.
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