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Mark Strand

It does not bother me, the way the hill goes on.
Grass beside the road, a tree rattling
its black leaves. So what?
The longer I walk, the farther I am from everything.

One foot in front of the other. The hours pass.
One foot in front of the other. The years pass.
The colors of arrival fade.
That is the way I do it.

— Mark Strand, from “The Hill,” Collected Poems. (Knopf; First Edition edition September 30, 2014)

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