(Like a sienese above his station
we had foresworn our migration
off or into night)
Silent and without fear, and here, the good,
the air field, muskets, beans shuck whole
A pit The pit that
makes a wife she and her her
the children seven years behind an
adorable of twenty, to pocket slip &
take them with me especially eldest camille of el less
spelling off the coffee cup she tells me
For distinction
So secure her cottage animation whereas
Francis Ponge I don’t write down as with
Turbyfill or Bonnefoy my eyesight going
All thoughts going
At this late age,
best forget it
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