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 For the simple truth is that though I see you clear enough you are not there!

It is not that—it is you, you I want!

—God, if I could fathom the guts of shadows!

You to come with me poking into negro houses with their gloom and smell! In among children leaping around a dead dog! Mimicking onto the lawns of the rich! You! to go with me a-tip-toe head down under heaven, nostrils lipping the wind!

PASTORAL

When I was younger it was plain to me I must make something of myself. Older now I walk back streets admiring the houses 