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my place and the speaker too grows his from which he speaksto mine having located himself through my place. I Sleep I sleep so that in the silence I can more clearly understand myself. In darkness I grope to the center of my pulsation and find to my dismay a beating heart. FROM Figures of the Human (1964) To an Apple You were rotten and I sliced you into pieces looking for a wholesome part, then threw you into the street. You were eaten by a horse, dipping his head to nibble gently at the skin. I heard later he became violently ill, died and was shippedoff to be processed. I think about it and write of the good in you. 54 \ Poems of the 1960s ...

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