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Hibernation Now that you’ve gone, and I can’t contact you, I try to live as curled-up dormice do: Summer’s dissolving sweetnesses sustain The little limbs and heart and dreaming brain, And I too live off what I stole and kept From summer foraging, before I slept.  You are reading copyrighted material published by Ohio University Press/Swallow Press. Unauthorized posting, copying, or distributing of this work except as permitted under U.S. copyright law is illegal and injures the author and publisher. ...

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