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Praise in Summer by Richard Wilbur (1921-)

  Obscurely yet most surely called to praise, As sometimes summer calls us all, I said The hills are heavens full of branching ways Where star-nosed moles fly overhead the dead; I said the trees are mines in air, I … Continue reading

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