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Moonset

LEAVES of poplars pick Japanese prints against the west.

Moon sand on the canal doubles the changing pictures.

The moon's good-by ends pictures.

The west is empty. All else is empty. No moon-talk at all now.

Only dark listening to dark.

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1878-1967 / Male / American

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