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How to explain my language to you Blades of the fading summer’s grass in your hair Unrequited loves Autumn has begun We drink these drunken berries Forest and town Mornings full of night’s golden pollen Under the road Before going we pack up To give birth to children I still can’t find my light spring shoes The greatest of these Two white butterflies Do you remember the time The bed of a narrow-gauge railway The faithful row of bare trees of my home Through the blossoming maple St John’s Eve Time devoured my old ears A road of red clover We barely escaped the hooves of the horses of death Left quite still from the noise I stepped barefoot I give a start I tremble My breath catches for a moment To be at one and the same time newborn child and childbearer You and I have

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