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W.S. Merwin
I remember that I am falling That I am the reason And that my words are the garment of what I shall never be Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy
from the book The Second Four Books of Poems / Copper Canyon Press
Henk Rossouw
I was the sea-foam kid                bruises on my face with a school tie                copied from the British and knotted like a garrote.

Fog

Giovanni Pascoli (translated from the Italian by Geoffrey Brock)
Hide what is far from my eyes, pale fog, impalpable gray vapor climbing the light...

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