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Out of the black ground they grow –
ghostly windy
fibers
and the birds – wavers
in baskets they plait them
like Venice
gondolas.
And in them we’ll get on.
In channels
of white pigeons
we’ll sail away
when golden bells
their chime
sow
And we will simply settle
The World…"
Jun 22, 2011
Jun 22, 2011 at 12:20 PM UTC
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Out of the black ground they grow –
ghostly windy
fibers
and the birds – wavers
in baskets they plait them
like Venice
gondolas.
And in them we’ll get on.
In channels
of white pigeons
we’ll sail away
when golden bells
their chime
sow
And we will simply settle
The World…"
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