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| From the book The Evening Song | | (1996-2005) |  |
| A Song | We’ll pass into the shadow and there
in the shadow, oh, quiet earth
I’ll speak with you
as though in the motion of a ship
the way riverside grass speaks
kissing the river’s feet,
the way a buried treasure speaks
or a forgotten man.
| | Slava I. Yastremski and Michel Naydan | |
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