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Moonrise
The branches,
jointed, pointing
up and out, shine
out like brass.
Upon the heavy
lip of earth
the dog
&n bsp;at
moments is
possessed and screams:
The rising moon draws
up his blood and hair.
poem
by
Yvor Winters
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