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 The Night Piece by Thom Gunn The fog drifts slowly down the hill And as I mount gets thicker still, Closes me in, makes me its own Like bedclothes on the paving stone. Here are the last few streets to climb, Galleries, run through veins of time, Almost familiar, where I creep Toward sleep like fog, through fog like sleep. |
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