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THE BELLTOWER
.
The weighing is done in autumn
and the sifting
what is to be threshed
is threshed in autumn
what is to be gathered is taken
.
the wind does not die in autumn
the moon
shifts endlessly thru flying clouds
in autumn the sea is high
.
& a golden light plays everywhere
making it harder
to go one's way
all leavetaking is in autumn
where there is leavetaking
it is always autumn
& the sun is a crystal ball
on a golden stand
& the wind
cannot make the spruce scream
loud enough.
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