
the thing
the thing is
the thing is not
what
the thing is not what
you
the thing is not what you think
but is
neither true or phalse
writes your name
the name
on my tongue
But the poet during his professional stroll is left with something: "This," he says to himself, "is the way a fragile flower's patient efforts succeed for the most part, very fragile though protected by a forbidding tangle of thorns. With few other qualities-blackberries, black as ink-...
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