Copy ImageThe summer demands and takes away too much. /But night, the reserved, the reticent, gives more than it takes
John Ashbery
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How many people came and stayed a certain time,Uttered light or dark speech that became part of youLike light behind windblown fog and sandFiltered and influenced by it, until no partRemains that is surely you
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I tried each thing, only some were immortal and free
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I'm heading for a clean-named placelike Wisconsin, and mad as a jack-o'-lantern, will get therewithout help and nosy proclivities
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