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