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| JO'B |
"I do not know which to prefer," Wallace Stevens wrote.
"The beauty of inflections. Or the beauty of innuendos.
The blackbird whistling. Or just after."
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An easy rain has ended
The wind lies down upon the pond and sleeps
Embers of sunset reflecting there
The questionnaire had asked
Are you ever lonely?
Chorus frogs begin to sing
When I am very still
Pure clear ringing notes
A floating world
