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Kenneth Rexroth

Now I know surely and forever, However much I have blotted our Waking love, its memory is still There. And I know the web, the net, The blind and crippled bird. For then, for One brief instant it was not blind, nor Trapped, nor crippled. For one heart beat the Heart was free and moved… Continue reading Kenneth Rexroth

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