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| Morning on the Outer Banks after the storm. |
At odds with men
the soon-to-be great
poet Robert Frost
young and sick in love
faced despair alone
in Kitty Hawk:
"With a need the gale
filled me with to shout...
...there's no knowing what
love is all about...
...but that night I stole
off on the unbounded
beaches where the whole
of the Atlantic pounded...
...then I saw it all."
