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If hands could free you, heart,
  Where would you fly?
Far, beyond every part
Of earth this running sky
Makes desolate?  Would you cross
City and hill and sea,
  If hands could set you free?

I would not lift the latch;
  For I could run
Through fields, pit-valleys, catch
All beauty under the sun--
Still end in loss:
I should find no bent arm, no bed
  To rest my head.

Added: 24 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 23 Nov 2008 12:38 PM | Viewed: 5429 times

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