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the poem is not correct. the last three stanzas are from Elizabeth Bishop's 'The Armadillo.' get it together whoever runs this site.
My old flame, my wife!Remember our lists of birds?One morning last summer, I droveby our house in Maine. It was stillon top of its hill -Now a red ear of Indian maizewas splashed on the door.Old Glory with thirteen stripes