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NIGHTBIRD Some beating in there That has bunched, and backed Up in it out ofmoonlight, and now Is somewhere around. You are sure that like a curving grave It must be able to fall and rise and fall and that's Right, and rise on your left hand or other Or behind your back on one hand You don't have and suddenly there is no limit To what a man can get out of His failure to see: this gleam Ofair down the nape of the neck, and in it everything There is offlight and nothing else, and it is All right and allover you From around as you are carried In yourselfand there is no way To nothing-but-walkNo way and a bidden flurry And a half-you ofair. 168 ...

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