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Distances Let us celebrate the fact Of distances and horizons As we have made issue Of waves breaking nearby. And claim the farthest line And the most distant thunder That rolls in the sea sounds too far To flash direction in our night. And dream upon the fact Of porpoises arching [[strikethrough]] way out there, [[/strikethrough]] [[strikethrough]] a spent sky [[/strikethrough]] The [[strikethrough]] last [[/strikethrough]]uttermost sky In the blurred latitudes They are riding out their morning Beyond the edges we have drawn. And they dream of a farther shore The Falling How many ways there are of falling into the sea! Through speck and glint the whiteness falls! Over curve and edge and glare And past another afternoon The daytime waits For a falling! And the gull falls! And the smallest rain Dragging with it great accumulations of clouds. And the flares of the nighttime: Arcturus, and Jupiter [[strikethrough]] poised [[/strikethrough]] swinging over the spruce, Slipping through several cat's cradles, And the Seven Sisters, [[strikethrough]] dying [[/strikethrough]] fading nightly In their falling. And down the faulted coastlines of cliffs The continents with their screes And their grasses with silver anthers Oh how they fall.
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