"...her beloved taking down one by one each garment
like a harvest of odd ghosts given up."
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BobSward's Writer's Friendship Series
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That Old Useful Trouble of the Rain
So deluvian in her this feeling.
and caught sight of him, beloved,
A bad weather is miles coming: announces
And it's old this feeling, the inconsolable,
like the hounding out of foxes; it kneels
taking down one by one each garment
Wind, in every room we are none more than our
jive, as you are always jiving
She was merely closing a window
taking down clothes from their line.
like a circus with flash and groan.
that took den in her way ago; it is come up
and hymns at what she watches: her beloved
like a harvest of odd ghosts given up.
selves and masters. O, white hazard of wind,
your one low lyric for home.
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