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Show GENTLY INTO DARKNESS Wearing November I autumn gardened the afternoon long from high sun to cold no-sun and measured the earth with tulip bulbs, As my parents and their parents before, these were laid gently into darkness nor was there weeping when earth became their house of no-light, knowing their light was beyond this hour of kneeling in wind, and the unseen God in all was holding His breath in the cold. When the sudden spade split one bulb, pierced bud to root its length, it was myself now cut; each hand held half of me |