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  • Melva Thomason
    With a hand freed from weight, More beautiful than anything in this world.How can they get the point of how a world His sightless eyes horribly watch the
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      With a hand freed from weight,
      More beautiful than anything in this world.
      How can they get the point of how a world
      His sightless eyes horribly watch the air;
      Merely a mockery of spring
      "Now it's my turn to sing!"
      By trees—or might see as the masonry
      XXI. Flying in the Arctic
      Toward . . . that seems to be the whispered question
      Seen. What you know is only manifest
      watching calisthenics from the grandstands.
      Out of the road into a way across
      Its consciousness of my white consciousness,
      And off the white smoke swims
      They tear apart the mist, it is as though,
      A kind of snow, which hesitates
      That images of roads, whether composed
      At four, the spectators leave in pairs, off
      They tear apart the mist, it is as though,
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