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Rodney Dying (2) Dancing in a room full of muzak and smoke me with my sixty years of rings inside my fingers like trees with this breath which is mine and is yet not mine —but my friend is dying and there’s nothing I can do in this pure blue country. And a voice from outside the blue window said, “Everything is sad except what’s real.” Father Lynch Returns from the Dead There’s one day a year they can return, if they want. He says he won’t again. I ask what it’s like— he quotes St. Paul: “Now hope is sweet.” Then in his own voice: Oh well it’s a great scandal, the naked are easier to kill. The Baby Rabbits in the Garden —Our mother laid us there in grass and hair. The tunnel fell, the farmer’s boot arrived 236 door in the mountain and put us out, too poor to stay alive. —And now the farmer too with his large white head backwards or forwards by a belt is led down the black hall hungerless to bed and soon will the reader too my listening head be laid to bed, the tunnel fall . . . * Mother and Child, Body and Soul Child You’ve boarded me over like a window or a well. Mother It was autumn I couldn’t hear the students only the music coming in the window, Se tu m’ami If you love me I went for a week’s journey in soft ermine. Darling, the ovals of your hair . . . growing darkness, growing light 237 ...

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