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PILGRIM
The
winter sun sets early
a
luminous mist like the glimpse of the seasons’ focus
(hourly,
yearly)
in
meditation, which too, behind the coppice
of
isolation, sets in haste,
leaving
the night and its noises, raucous,
...
(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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