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- The Fourth Poem
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- This is the fourth poem
- In which I have lived with you
- Without passion,
- Language leaving us in silence.
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- Now, early morning
- As the dawn birds sing,
- I watch the opulence
- Of the sun correct the universe,
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- Unknown pleasures visiting
- Gracious as Buddha -
- Or you - who sounds my name
- As if the soul mattered
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- At 6 am, the morning
- Bleak, the sun nothing more
- That its own light,
- Uncertain of time or space
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- Until the shadows fall colouring
- Second after second and these words left,
- This fourth poem in which
- I have lived with you
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- Stone-dead on arrival.
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