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Blacks wind from the north
enter black hearts. Barred from
seclusion in lilys they strike
to destroy —
Beastly humanity
where the wind breaks it —
strident voices, heat
quickened, built of waves
Drunk with- goats or pavements
Hate his of the night and the day
of flowers and rocks. Nothing
is gained by saying the night breeds
murder — It is the classical mistake
The day
All that enters in another person
all grass, all blackbirds flying
all azalia trees in flower
salt winds —
