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15 The Sign Says NovemberThere Geese have the long arms of romantic heroes. They go courting to Canada and back. And don’t we wonder what sustains us, Meat separating from bone in the stew Of time. In the radiance of a naked body, You can read these words without your glasses: Cry if you must,but let it be a lover’s moan. If you have to be weak,let it be like a flower-stalk, Which falls on its knees in the rain. This page intentionally left blank. ...

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