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3/4/63

See how the evening star
Hovers over the alien sea!

The fearful beauty of a rose
Invades the [[strikethrough]] puzzling pallid [[/strikethrough]]shattered range of summer
In [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] terrible perfection, silently, 
[[strikethrough]] Becomes the [[/strikethrough]]
[[strikethrough]] Subdues the [[/strikethrough]]
Avenges the false treacheries of the sun
[[strikethrough]] Avenges all [[/strikethrough]] [[strikethrough]] choruses shards [[/strikethrough]]
Of long days engulfing [[strikethrough]] usurping [[/strikethrough]] night.
Of false migrations along coasts
Where black-backs [[strikethrough]] kingbirds [[/strikethrough]] and stormy petrels
[[strikethrough]] Bring us the herrying gulls [[/strikethrough]]
Hover wickedly us [[strikethrough]] false seasons [[/strikethrough]] wrong clouds.
[[strikethrough]] See now in mute great stance the rose as center of the cloud time always there without nod or sway or bend[[/strikethrough]]
In delicate accord the lupine
Lives in tangled debt to grasses
And grasses back to back with wind
Lift centuries [[strikethrough]] centuries long wild shards whole months [[/strikethrough]] of shadow

Transcription Notes:
Went for the text without all the strikethroughs. They got the best of me. I feel the same way!