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The Belltower

the weighing is done in autumn
And the sifting
What is to be threshed
Is threshed in autumn
What is to be gathered is taken

The wind does not die in autumn
The moon
Shifts endlessly thru flying clouds
In autumn the sea is high

& a golden light plays everywhere
Making it harder
To go one’s way.
All leavetaking is in autumn
Where there is leavetaking
It is always autumn
& the sun is a crystal ball
On a golden stand
& the wind
Cannont make the spruce scream
Loud enough

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Poem The Belltower - Diane Di prima