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In sensation is the motion
Of sense in memory
With time's front commingled
By extinction made--
As, lightly breathing,
This sky descend and groove a field
Of what is past.

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946
In the map of the garden is a quality there
Of the reflective echelon's
Third removal from invention.
Let me not name a flower
But my own unsymboled
And soiled fingers mine
From strange earth continued.

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943

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941

940

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938
Think the shadow all
And parent to its casting--
And in the sunlit square opacity
As Substance masquerade--
So actions cover thought unseen
Yet reside in its seeming.

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935
To accommodate the time
Let your back pocket--
For an hour's infinite small
In some increment--
Or leave consideration
Til that thought without echo,
When instant take a world.

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932
Enlarge the season you petals--
Dishape the air
And necessary earth
With your waves make palings
Of the green;
Re-dimension the time--
Unfold my winter eye.

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929