THREE
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but observe;although
once is never the beginning of
enough, is it(i do not pretend
to know the reason any more than.) But look:up-
raising, hoisting, a little
perhaps that and this, deftly
propping on smallest hands
the slim hinging you
the slim hinging you —because
it’s five o’clock
and these(i notice) trees winterbrief surly old
gurgle a nonsense of sparrows, the cathedral
shudders blackening;
the sky is washed with tone
now for a moon
to squat in first darkness
—a little moon thinner than
memory
faint
-er
-er than all the whys
which lurk
between your naked shoulderblades.—Here
comes a stout fellow in a blouse
just outside this window, touching the glass
boxes one by one with his magic
stick(in which a willing
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