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thither
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thither,
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wooded hills and green fields
under great ash heaps.
since that eruption-
sometimes quiet
for a hundred years
men, almost forgotten
thundered out dust
after this mountain
very craggy and wild.
ordinarily the people,
sometimes,
bellows like an ox.
soon casts of cinders.
if these catch a man,
the roofs are crushed by the weight-
the wind, stiff, carried to far countries.
this bellowing comes every hundred years
and the air is pure and healthy.
My first poem for Wave Books, Erasures.
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