I am a meadow forged by the sea,
A willow, yellow, in the snow,
A sod slab spaded for Mykhailo.
If you were two, which would you be?
In the dark hall, if asked what was said
Arm in arm on the garden path, the implic-
It with identity - such fine bliss
In this flickering carriage, not yet dead.
Three steeples, two chruches, glass.
A jar underwater: a fugue improper
Episodes along the swinging creek center,
Suspense, dissonance; suspense, stretto, class.
First two entries: to take in breath, to pick
Away lice, thumb and finger; to move lightning-sick.
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