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At my daughter's grave, thirty days
after her death:

        Windy fall--
        these are the scarlet flowers
        she liked to pick.


Translated by Robert Hass

Added: 11 Mar 2002 | Last Read: 26 May 2012 11:59 AM | Viewed: 2727 times

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