There was a child went forth every day And the first object she looked upon, that object she became And that object became part of her for the day or a certain part of the day Or for many years or streching eyeless years The early lilacs became part of the child And clouds, tiny branches that laid against the sky, grass and white and red morning glories and white and red clover, and the song of the phoebe birds.. I was that child.....
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