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by Lorine Niedecker
by Lorine Niedecker
In moonlight lies
the river passing—
it’s not quiet
and it’s not laughing.
I’m not young
and I’m not free
but I’ve a house of my own
by a willow tree.
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To say so much in so few words is one of my favorite things about poetry.
Have a beautiful Wednesday.
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—
Jane
