POETRY
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What do you see in the flow of the river,
In its soft, red, clay-soup crawling?
Time— like a vine—
Creeps green and slow,
And tomorrow,
That dream,
That broken song,
Is as far away as yesterday.
POETRYBack to PoemsRed RiverWhat do you see in the flow of the river, Time— like a vine— Is as far away as yesterday. |