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AUGURIOS DE INOCENCIA

Patti Smith  

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THE LOVECRAFTER

 

 

I saw you who was myself

slightly stooped whistling mouth

with leather sack and breeches brown

striding the naked countryside

 

with summer bones long and dry

into the breadth of our glad day

mid afternoon the longer night

as you tread bareheaded bright

 

I saw you a wraith bemoan

stir the fires of the ancient ones

scarred with sticks pome and haw

as the nectar for their script

 

I saw you walk the length of fields

far as the finger of Providence

far as the mounds we call hills

ranges cut from the heart of slate

 

I saw you dip into your sack

scattering seeds where they may

as the woodsman hews his way

through oak ash and variant pines

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