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Three Years

Pumice hanging gladly The night is a Godfeather Softly making rain In bird’s affair, this forest For the sweet year of blinking And watching and waiting- and missing Throwing Tucson And Land and Wave Victory at five years- To be different Surely then a castle in Rome The days are unbare A simple wait on three republics Ireland the fortune run To the path of Novy Gulags at the wheel An accomplice whole and well Bits of abduction in Northern France A lie to un Making roads to Göteborg The file on Wednesday whole Or it was Attrition to the right And simply best remain Capitals await The poor in bed are cold And Disney rot What could is nearly then A difficult child And a crater ruins the Earth The victory the same Annulment of day And of philosophies Days of promise in eternity Men hear music The strongest math to show- That Earth is four and ten A distance might And to save a billion- in Rothesay King Saint James A figure in Christ General wear and mercy The diesel and its garden Misery is known And Tuesday is for clarity Abuse of dawn The rising Sun is early A lane unto a path Places of people gone afar The Bible and lament For dear folks in Christ and knowing- History is done Earth in Winter and championship Gone to the year Heritage getting by Indignant some The victory of a boat The rainbow is its war Paddling in heart Cutting waves of distance To be different- In Russia which is gone No thing shall in molt Conifer to Heaven The summon of a district And Earth as wild to be- Is it well or well to be Where ravens call to witness A place for the hurried of war No shots to the stranger In better days of the will Catching every breath We see you And you are not unfree Days of hail and dust And surprises of light Promenades of nine and year A place for Ill-forgotten Still these are- times of the fortunate And every year a pattern To file all great purpose In lambs’ quarter green and here A simple request- To know the Earth as home- where Christ will find you well But in tombstone The make of the butterfly Ingloriant but a spark Christian-made A deep December pal Folks on the ordinate And I was biased In every way Quartering redemption The waveform has a sling Even Her, the hidden Woman Affairs in May and silent Victory some; not others Breaching of the swale In East London retort- For the human sum- of rapture.

—For Oprah Winfrey