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70 I Have Not Forgotten You All poems are love poems if you read them right to left or left to right for they assume an other we are forever trying to reach. A voice says: Where are you? It makes no sense to be alone. If we are born of such an accomplished race why is there no word for this: The space is blank.  Lead-bellied clouds rise like garrisons of nothingness in the sky Little red plants of a Japanese flavor cling to the ground, the last plants to maintain their color I have not forgotten you— I have not forgotten you! 71 There are no legitimate borders in poems—no fences, no walls, no checkpoints— for the spirit that inhabits poetry is a sad ghost, and all poems are made of mourning. ...

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