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NOT TO HAVE...
Not to have but to be.
The black heart of the poppy,
O to lie there as a seed.
To become the beloved.
As the world ends, to enter
the last note of its music.
The black heart of the poppy,
O to lie there as a seed.
To become the beloved.
As the world ends, to enter
the last note of its music.
Poems 1968-19872
New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1987
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