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XVI
Last night it rained.
Now, in the desolate dawn,
Crying of blue jays.
Now, in the desolate dawn,
Crying of blue jays.
XVII
Foolish so to grieve,
Autumn has its coloured leaves—
But before they turn?
Autumn has its coloured leaves—
But before they turn?
XVIII
Afterwards I think:
Poppies bloom when it thunders.
Is this not enough?
Poppies bloom when it thunders.
Is this not enough?
XIX
Love is a game—yes?
I think it is a drowning:
Black willows and stars.
I think it is a drowning:
Black willows and stars.