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MUSHROOMS i. After rain, after weather, they emerge, Flesh-colored and naked as throats: milk caps And parasols and slippery Jacks. They loll, Slouch-brimmed or sprawling on their stalks, Pale slips swelling upward almost visibly Through duff and loam and pine straw. ii. Beneath the high leafed portico of the oaks We found them rounded upon their nipples, Fume-holes smoky with spores whenever We tapped that fruit. Gemmed puffballs, The book said, but these looked like untanned Leather, bunched together above the roots. iii. Hunting them, we scrounged a fugitive Musty crop—little pavilions of the body, Horn and gill, the flesh sown broadcast in parts. Theirs is the resurrection I can believe in, Tonguing the faint tang of decay in the body Of another, damp and tasting of the earth. 6 ...

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