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The Lady in Kicking Horse Reservoir by Richard...
Not my hands but green across you now. Green tons hold you down, and ten bass curve teasing in your hair. Summer slime will pile deep on your breast. Four months of ice will keep you firm. I hope each spring to find you tangled in those pads pulled not quite loose by the spillway pour, stars in dead reflection off your teeth. Lie there lily still. The spillway’s closed. Two feet down most...
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by e.e. cummings
here’s to opening and upward, to leaf and to sap and to your(in my arms flowering so new) self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain and here’s to silent certainly mountains;and to a disappearing poet of always,snow and to morning;and to morning’s beautiful friend twilight(and a first dream called ocean)and let must or if be damned with whomever’s afraid down with ought...