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Richard Becker
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No. VIII, from Nine Evocations
“The bird lies still while the light goes on flying.”From “Unknown Age,” by W. S. Merwin Those with strapped-on wingsfor ages dreamt of flying like the birds and fell from cliffs broke limbs or died.But when I ask for the wind’s help getting beyond the mi
