Macgregor Card Poems

Brother I need back my sticks
I hope you make it forward
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Even spirits
have their
average signal
turned on you
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A hurricane is stripping the woods
A key will be my dwelling
The feint of a fire the heart confirms
And the air whose capture seized it
—René Char, "Effacement du peuplier"
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All this blank tape here
All of it mournful
Any can blow
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Is it possible to know
you must apologize
with everything you have
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