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Feb 2011
Is this the end
Of which you spake -
The wind's alarm,
The night's opaque,
The city's blind,
The people dim,
(The ambulence offers
The final hymn)
My soul run down,
Run out of light -
Or just bad weather,
And the winter night?
Fiona Guest
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Fiona Guest
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