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I WAS AFRAID OF DYING Once, I was afraid of dying In a field of dry weeds. But now, All day long I have been walking among damp fields, Trying to keep still, listening To insects that move patiently. Perhaps they are sampling the fresh dew that gathers slowly In empty snail shells And in the secret shelters of sparrow feathers fallen on the earth. 56 ...

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