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Poem	My whole world is all you refuse: a black light, angelic and cold on the path to the orchard, fox-runs and clouded lanes and the glitter of webbing, little owls snagged in the fruit nets out by the wire and the sense of another life, that persists when I go out into the yard and the cattle stand round me, obstinate and dumb. All afternoon, I've worked at the edge of your vision, mending fences, marking out our bounds. Now it is dusk, I turn back to the house and catch you, like the pale Eurydice of children's classics, venturing a glance at nothing, at this washed infinity of birchwoods and sky and the wet streets leading away to all you forget: the otherworld, lucid and cold with floodlights and passing trains and the noise of traffic and nothing like the map you sometimes study for its empty bridlepaths, its hill-tracks and lanes and roads winding down to a coast of narrow harbors, lit against the sea.
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