When Keats, at last beyond the curtain
of love's distraction, lay dying in his room
on the Piazza di Spagna, the melody of the Bernini
Fountain "filling him like flowers," ...
When they tore down the barn
they found bits of tack and harness
sleeping like messages from the kingdoms
of dirt and rust, shadows of ancient horses ...
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