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It is hard going to the door cut so small in the wall where the vision which echoes loneliness brings a scent of wild flowers in the wood.

Robert Creeley (1982). “The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley, 1945-1975”, p.199, Univ of California Press
It is hard going to the door cut so small in the wall where the vision which echoes loneliness brings a scent of wild flowers in the wood.