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For a Still-Born Child
Lost among immediate creaks chirrups wrong sounds Thumbkin among shadows cried out to see the sudden bird Fly like knives out of treedark into the tall light, up Beyond, so blue The word He cried was There! and there, true to the violent shy Blaze of a bird, he found father Father; in one winged rush His infant heart took truth's immutable direction And he hurried home, amid the forest's hush.