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Poems

FIRELIGHT

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Playing in the fire and twilight together, My little son and I, Suddenly—woefully—I stoop to catch him. “Try, mother, try!” Old Nurse Silence lifts a silent finger: “Hush! cease your play!” What happened? What in that tiny moment Flew away? 1919.

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