Agitated Meditation

Sometimes women and men
Feel seeds in their hearts
The clouds are low
But in last night’s dream
The dead—mine and yours—
Divided amongst themselves
To whisper like oak leaves
They had expressions
And words only Auden
Has ever truly heard

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