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Let me consider your emergence	A
From the milieu of our youth	B
We have played all the afternoon grown hungry	C
No meal has been prepared where have you been	D
Toward sun's decline we see you down the path	E
And run to meet you and perhaps you smile	F
Or take us in your arms Perhaps again	G
You look at us say nothing are absorbed	H
Or chide us for our dirty frocks or faces	I
Of running wild without our meals	J
You do not speak	K
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Then in the house seized with a sudden joy	L
After removing gloves and hat you run	M
As with a winged descending flight and cry	N
Half song half exclamation	M
Seize one of us	O
Crush one of us with mad embraces bite	P
Ears of us in a rapture of affection	M
You shall have supper then you say	Q
The stove lids rattle wood's poked in the fire	R
The kettle steams pots boil by seven o'clock	S
We sit down to a meal of hodge podge stuff	T
I understand now how your youth and spirits	U
Fought back the drabness of the village	V
And wonder not you spent the afternoons	W
With such bright company as Eugenia Turner	R
And I forgive you hunger loneliness	O
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But when we asked you where you'd been	D
Complained of loneliness and hunger spoke of children	M
Who lived in order sat down thrice a day	Q
To cream and porridge bread and meat	X
We think to corner you alas for us	O
Your anger flashes swords Reasons pour out	Y
Like anvil sparks to justify your way	Q
Your father's always gone you selfish children	M
You'd have me in the house from morn till night	P
You put us in the wrong our cause is routed	Z
We turn to bed unsatisfied in mind	A2
You've overwhelmed us not convinced us	O
Our sense of wrong defeat breeds resolution	M
To whip you out when minds grow strong	B2
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Up in the moon lit room without a light	P
The lamps have not been filled	C2
We crawl in unmade beds	D2
We leave you pouring over paper backs	E2
We peek above your shoulder	R
It is The Lady in White you read	F2
Next morning you are dead for sleep	G2
You've sat up more than half the night	P
We have been playing hours when you arise	H2
It's nine o'clock when breakfast's served at last	I2
When school days come I'm always late to school	J2
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Shy hungry children scuffle at your door	K2
Eye through the crack maybe at nine o'clock	S
Find father has returned during the night	P
You are all happiness his idlest word	L2
Provokes your laughter	R
He shows us rolls of precious money earned	M2
He's given you a silk dress money too	N2
For suits and shoes for us all is forgiven	M
You run about the house	O2
As with a winged descending flight and cry	N
Half song half exclamation	M
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We're sick so much But then no human soul	P2
Could be more sweet when one of us is sick	Q2
We run to colds have measles mumps our throats	R2
Are weak the doctor says If rooms were warmer	R
And clothes were warmer food more regular	R
And sleep more regular it might be different	S2
Then there's the well You fear the water	R
He laughs at you we children drink the water	R
Though it tastes bitter shows white particles	T2
It may be shreds of rats drowned in the well	U2
The village has no drainage blights and mildews	V2
Get in our throats I spend a certain spring	W2
Bent over yellow coughing blood at times	X2
Sick to somnambulistic sense of things	Y2
You blame him for the well that's just one thing	W2
You seem to differ about everything	W2
You seem to hate each other when you quarrel	Z2
We cry take sides sometimes are whipped	A3
For taking sides	B3
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Our broken school days lose us clues	V2
Some lesson has been missed the final meaning	W2
And wholeness of the grammar are disturbed	C3
That shall not be made up in all our life	D3
The children save a few are not our friends	E3
Some taunt us with your quarrels	T2
We learn great secrets scrawled in signs or words	F3
Of foulness on the fences So it is	G3
An American village in a great Republic	H3
Where men are free where therefore goodness wisdom	I3
Must have their way	Q
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We reach the budding age	J3
Sweet aches are in our breasts	K3
Is it spring or God or music is it you	N2
I am all tenderness for you at times	X2
Then hate myself for feeling so my flesh	L3
Crawls by an instinct from you You repel me	C
Sometimes with an insidious smile a look	M3
What are these phantasies I have They breed	N3
Strange hatred for you even while I feel	O3
My soul's home is with you must be with you	N2
To find my soul's rest	P3
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I must go back a little At ten years	Q3
I play with Paula	R3
I plait her crowns of flowers carry her books	S3
Defend her watch her choose her in the games	T3
You overhear us under the oak tree	C
Calling her doll our child You catch my coat	U3
And draw me in the house	O2
When I resist you whip me cruelly	C
To think of whipping me at such time	V3
And mix the shame of smarting legs and back	W3
With love of Paula	R3
So I lose Paula	R3
	-
I am a man at last	I2
I now can master what you are and see	C
What you have been You cannot rout me now	X3
Or put me in the wrong Out of old wounds	Y3
Remembrance of your baffling days	Z3
I take great strength and show you	N2
Where you have been untruthful where a hater	R
Where narrow bitter growing in on self	A4
Where you neglected us	O
Where you heaped fast destruction on our father	R
For now I know that you devoured his soul	P2
And that no soul that you could not devour	R
Could have its peace with you	N2
You've dwindled to a quiet word like this	B4
You are unfilial Which means at last	I2
That I have conquered you at least it means	C4
That you could not devour me	C
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Yet am I blind to you Let me confess	D4
You are the world's whole cycle in yourself	A4
You can be summer rich and luminous	O
You can be autumn mellow mystical	Z2
You can be winter with a cheerful hearth	E4
You can be March bitter bright and hard	F4
Pouring sharp sleet and showering cutting hail	G4
You can be April of the flying cloud	H4
And intermittent sun and musical air	I4
I am not you while being you	N2
While finding in myself so much of you	N2
It tears my other self which is not you	N2
My tragedy is this I do not love you	N2
Your tragedy is this my other self	A4
Which triumphs over you you hate at heart	J4
Your solace is you have no faith in me	C
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All quiet now no March days with you now	X3
Only the soft coals slumbering in your face	K4
I saw you totter over a ravine	L4
Your eyes averted watching steps	M4
A light of resignation on your brow	X3
Your thin spun hair all gray blown by the wind	A2
Which swayed the blossomed cherry trees	N4
Bent last year's reeds	O4
Shook early dandelions and tossed a bird	L2
That left a branch with song	B2
I saw you totter over a ravine	L4
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What were you at the start	J4
What soul dissatisfaction sense of wrong	B2
Of being thwarted stung you	N2
What was your shrinking of the flesh	L3
What fear of being soiled misunderstood	P4
What wrath for loneliness which constant hope	Q4
Saw turned to fine companionship	R4
What in your marriage what in seeing me	C
The fruit of marriage recreated traits	S4
Of face or spirit which you loathed	T4
What in your father and your mother	R
And in the chromosomes from which you grew	N2
By what mitosis could result at last	I2
In you in issues of such moment	S2
In our dissevered beings	Y2
In what the world will take from me	C
In children in events	U4
All quiet now no March days with you now	X3
Only the soft coals slumbering in your face	K4
I saw you totter over a ravine	L4
And back of you the Furies	K4

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