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Foreshortened death: the end as ever within the beginning,
Silently folding up the blanket from the corners
Whilst we toy with plates and corks.
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Observe the spring sky: the green concert hall--
Hushed for one breath,
And two eternities in the pause.
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For then we have gone
And the leafed strings and acorned oboes
Play to the clement air.