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64 Voice snare. Hair churn.Wind under the soles of the feet.Wind that knows the names of all its loosed feathers. Nearly-wind in the wolf’s fur.Tender wind handling the edge of a sleeve.Wind making instruments of these forgotten bottles.This rickety window.Tarp-snap. Hat thief. Dawn wind with ice on her skin.Wind that undoes ideas, like inside-outing an umbrella. Nap-snatcher. Breath-eater. Night wind in spring, with his outside hands. Candle-thief. Briefest of ghosts.Wind that carries your name, now. Wind that always carries your name.Wind with its hand on my back.Wind that simmers in the grass. That breaks around stars.Water-shifter. Bird-lifter. Not I, but the wind that blows through me. Reed-sounder, setting all those winged seeds free. winds If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed. —D. H. Lawrence, “Song of a ManWho Has ComeThrough” ...

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