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“90. It is not as if the sun and I” in “Musing”
90.
It is not as if the sun and I
Have a unique relation, but the I
Of verse is stubborn and makes things up
To impress the world. Not that the world
Cares, and the sympathy of the trees
And the soul takes place in the mind
Or some vacancy the eye imagines.
And what of the heat of your breath, the smell
Of your hair, the sound of your words jousting
On the wind? The metaphor of love endures
In what it makes of itself, Troy long fallen,
A solar storm a trace. The window of the moon
Arises as though in a dream but language.
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