And walked up Gloucester Street and coming home
It was pitch dark at the railroad station they
Jostled against her O excuse me excuse me
And somebody said laughing she couldn’t hear
Her throat pounded something she ran ran—
What do you want? What do you want me to do?
What can I do? Can I put roots into the earth?
Can leaves grow out of me? Can I bear leaves
Like the thorn, the lilac—
Why did you not come?
Why did you let me go then if you knew?
They seemed to be waiting,
The willow-trees by the wall,
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