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Of women's hands that touch loaves. The spirit of a tree begins to move. I touch leaves. I close my eyes, and think of water. TWO SPRING CHARMS fragments frotn the Norwegian i. Now it is late winter. Years ago, I walked through a spring wind Bending green wheat In a field near Trondhjem. 2. Black snow, Like a strange sea creature, Draws back into itself, Restoring grass to earth. SPRING IMAGES Two athletes Arc dancing in the cathedral Of the wind. A butterfly lights on the branch Of your green voice. Small antelopes Fall asleep in the ashes Of the moon. THE BRANCH WILL NOT BREAK I2p ...

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