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But it better come in said a quiet man and she said Look and took it into bed. They lay closer in the pale morning. Three flat white ducks on the wall woke up and took off. In the morning he woke them up humming. Orpheus and Eurydice ‘What we spent, we had. What we had, we have. What we lost, we leave.’ —Epitaph for his wife and himself, by the Duke of Devon, twelfth century i You. You running across the field. A hissing second, not a word, and there it was, our underworld: behind your face another, and another, and I away. —And you alive: staring, almost smiling; hearing them come down, tearing air from air. pilgrims 81 ii ‘This dark is everywhere’ we said, and called it light, coming to ourselves. Fear has at me, dearest. Even this night drags down. The moon’s gone. Someone shakes an old black camera-cloth in front of our eyes. Yours glint like a snowman’s eyes. We just look on, at each other. What we had, we have. They circle down. You draw them down like flies. You laugh, we run over a red field, turning at the end to blue air,— you turning, turning again! the river tossing a shoe up, a handful of hair. Goodbye After Bella Akhmadulina And finally I’ll say goodbye. Don’t feel you have to love. I’m chattering, crazy, or maybe coming into a crazier kind of peace. How you loved! Your lips just grazing over disaster, tasting nothing. But that doesn’t matter. How you loved! How you destroyed! Offhandedly, like a great pale curious boy. O coldness of failure, cold certainty, there’s no settling with you. The body wanders around, sees light; sun and moon shine through the glass pane. 82 door in the mountain ...

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