She lies, hip high,
On a flat bed
While the after
Sun passes.
Plant, I breathe ——
O, Clearly
Eyes legs arms hands fingers,
Simple legs in silk.
George Oppen
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She lies, hip high,
On a flat bed
While the after
Sun passes.
Plant, I breathe ——
O, Clearly
Eyes legs arms hands fingers,
Simple legs in silk.
George Oppen
