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Who will honor the city without a name	B
If so many are dead and others pan gold	C
Or sell arms in faraway countries	D
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What shepherd's horn swathed in the bark of birch	E
Will sound in the Ponary Hills the memory of the absent	F
Vagabonds Pathfinders brethren of a dissolved lodge	G
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This spring in a desert beyond a campsite flagpole	H
In silence that stretched to the solid rock of yellow and red mountains	I
I heard in a gray bush the buzzing of wild bees	D
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The current carried an echo and the timber of rafts	J
A man in a visored cap and a woman in a kerchief	K
Pushed hard with their four hands at a heavy steering oar	L
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In the library below a tower painted with the signs of the zodiac	M
Kontrym would take a whiff from his snuffbox and smile	N
For despite Metternich all was not yet lost	O
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And on crooked lanes down the middle of a sandy highway	P
Jewish carts went their way while a black grouse hooted	Q
Standing on a cuirassier's helmet a relict of La Grande Arm e	R
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In Death Valley I thought about styles of hairdo	S
About a hand that shifted spotlights at the Student's Ball	T
In the city from which no voice could reach me	R
Minerals did not sound the last trumpet	U
There was only the rustle of a loosened grain of lava	V
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In Death Valley salt gleams from a dried up lake bed	W
Defend defend yourself says the tick tock of the blood	X
From the futility of solid rock no wisdom	Y
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In Death Valley no hawk or eagle against the sky	Z
The prediction of a Gypsy woman has come true	S
In a lane under an arcade then I was reading a poem	Y
Of someone who had lived next door entitled 'An Hour of Thought '	-
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I looked long at the rearview mirror there the one man	A2
Within three miles an Indian was walking a bicycle uphill	B2
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With flutes with torches	C2
And a drum boom boom	D2
Look the one who died in Istanbul there in the first row	E2
He walks arm in arm with his young lady	R
And over them swallows fly	Z
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They carry oars or staffs garlanded with leaves	F2
And bunches of flowers from the shores of the Green Lakes	G2
As they came closer and closer down Castle Street	H2
And then suddenly nothing only a white puff of cloud	I2
Over the Humanities Student Club	J2
Division of Creative Writing	K2
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Books we have written a whole library of them	L2
Lands we have visited a great many of them	L2
Battles we have lost a number of them	L2
Till we are no more we and our Maryla	Z
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Understanding and pity	R
We value them highly	R
What else	M2
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Beauty and kisses	N2
Fame and its prizes	N2
Who cares	O2
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Doctors and lawyers	P2
Well turned out majors	P2
Six feet of earth	Q2
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Rings furs and lashes	C2
Glances at Masses	N2
Rest in peace	R2
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Sweet twin breasts good night	S2
Sleep through to the light	S2
Without spiders	P2
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The sun goes down above the Zealous Lithuanian Lodge	G
And kindles fire on landscapes 'made from nature'	E2
The Wilia winding among pines black honey of the ejmiana	A2
The Mereczanka washes berries near the egaryno village	T2
The valets had already brought in Theban candelabra	E2
And pulled curtains one after the other slowly	R
While thinking I entered first taking off my gloves	U2
I saw that all the eyes were fixed on me	R
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When I got rid of grieving	K2
And the glory I was seeking	K2
Which I had no business doing	K2
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I was carried by dragons	I
Over countries bays and mountains	I
By fate or by what happens	I
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Oh yes I wanted to be me	R
I toasted mirrors weepily	R
And learned my own stupidity	R
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From nails mucous membrane	A2
Lungs liver bowels and spleen	A2
Whose house is made Mine	A2
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So what else is new	A2
I am not my own friend	V2
Time cuts me in two	A2
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Monuments covered with snow	A2
Accept my gift I wandered	W2
And where I don't know	A2
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Absent burning acrid salty sharp	X2
Thus the feast of Insubstantiality	W2
Under a gathering of clouds anywhere	E2
In a bay on a plateau in a dry arroyo	A2
No density No harness of stone	A2
Even the Summa thins into straw and smoke	Y2
And the angelic choirs fly over in a pomegranate seed	W2
Sounding every few instants not for us their trumpets	Z2
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Light universal and yet it keeps changing	K2
For I love the light too perhaps the light only	R
Yet what is too dazzling and too high is not for me	R
So when the clouds turn rosy I think of light that is level	R
In the lands of birch and pine coated with crispy lichen	A2
Late in autumn under the hoarfrost when the last milk caps	A3
Rot under the firs and the hounds' barking echoes	B3
And jackdaws wheel over the tower of a Basilian church	E
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Unexpressed untold	W2
But how	C3
The shortness of life	D3
the years quicker and quicker	E2
not remembering whether it happened in this or that autumn	A2
Retinues of homespun velveteen skirts	E3
giggles above a railing pigtails askew	A2
sittings on chamberpots upstairs	O2
when the sledge jingles under the columns of the porch	F3
just before the moustachioed ones in wolf fur enter	E2
Female humanity	R
children's snots legs spread apart	W2
snarled hair the milk boiling over	E2
stench shit frozen into clods	O2
And those centuries	O2
conceiving in the herring smell of the middle of the night	W2
instead of playing something like a game of chess	O2
or dancing an intellectual ballet	W2
And palisades	O2
and pregnant sheep	G3
and pigs fast eaters and poor eaters	O2
and cows cured by incantations	O2
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Not the Last Judgment just a kermess by a river	E2
Small whistles clay chickens candied hearts	O2
So we trudged through the slush of melting snow	A2
To buy bagels from the district of Smorgonie	A2
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A fortune teller hawking 'Your destiny your planets '	-
And a toy devil bobbing in a tube of crimson brine	A2
Another a rubber one expired in the air squeaking	K2
By the stand where you bought stories of King Otto and Melusine	A2
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Why should that city defenseless and pure as the wedding necklace of	H3
a forgotten tribe keep offering itself to me	R
Like blue and red brown seeds beaded in Tuzigoot in the copper desert	W2
seven centuries ago	A2
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Where ocher rubbed into stone still waits for the brow and cheekbone	A2
it would adorn though for all that time there has been no one	A2
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What evil in me what pity has made me deserve this offering	K2
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It stands before me ready not even the smoke from one chimney is	O2
lacking not one echo when I step across the rivers that separate us	O2
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Perhaps Anna and Dora Dru yno have called to me three hundred miles	O2
inside Arizona because except fo me no one else knows that they ever	E2
lived	W2
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They trot before me on Embankment Street two hently born parakeets	O2
from Samogitia and at night they unravel their spinster tresses of gray	W2
hair	E2
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Here there is no earlier and no later the seasons of the year and of the	E2
day are simultaneous	O2
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At dawn shit wagons leave town in long rows and municipal employees	O2
at the gate collect the turnpike toll in leather bags	O2
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Rattling their wheels 'Courier' and 'Speedy' move against the current	W2
to Werki and an oarsman shot down over England skiffs past spread	W2
eagled by his oars	O2
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At St Peter and Paul's the angels lower their thick eyelids in a smile	R
over a nun who has indecent thoughts	O2
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Bearded in a wig Mrs Sora Klok sits at the ocunter instructing her	E2
twelve shopgirls	O2
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And all of German Street tosses into the air unfurled bolts of fabric	I3
preparing itself for death and the conquest of Jerusalem	A2
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Black and princely an underground river knocks at cellars of the	E2
cathedral under the tomb of St Casimir the Young and under the	E2
half charred oak logs in the hearth	J3
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Carrying her servant's basket on her shoulder Barbara dressed in	A2
mourning returns from the Lithuanian Mass at St Nicholas to the	E2
Romers' house in Bakszta Street	W2
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How it glitters the snow on Thr	E2