Chapter III
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The slender lagoon holds the laughter of a child
With his lips to a huge, full cup.
Death
I.
A fan of smoke, in the long, green-white reverie of the horizon,
Slowly curls apart.
So shall I rise and widen out in the silence of air.
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The Little Review, December 1915 (Vol. 2, No. 9)Chapter III
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