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Poems I carry with me: A Scrapbook
Sunday, 5 April 2020
A Seedling
Benoit Trimborn
A seedling shoulders up some crumbs of ground:
The fields are suddenly green for miles around.
HO-O
fr.
A Net of Fireflies
translated by Harold Stewart
Sneaky spring. She did it again.
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