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You Were in Sunlight Being Prepared
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49
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On the Miracle of Nameless Feeling
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50
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II. A SENSE OF THE LIVELY UNIT
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As the Roots Prepare for Literature
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53
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Summer Mountain Lightning & Some Music
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54
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The Elements Are Mixed in Childhood
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55
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At the Snow Line in Summer
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56
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Sky of Omens, Floor of Fragments
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57
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The Seeds Talk Back to Monsanto
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58
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Coda: Suggested Activism for Endangered Seeds
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59
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The Nets Between Solstice & Equinox
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60
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Very Far Back in This Life
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61
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To the Writing Students at Orientation
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62
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The Letters Learn to Breathe Twice
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63
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Local Warming & Early Autumn Butterflies
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64
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Halfway Through Civilization, Late to Another
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65
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Imitating a Squirrel at my Job
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66
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Experiments with Poetry Are Taken Outdoors
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67
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A Short Walk During Late Capitalism
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68
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A Quiet Afternoon at the Office
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74
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A Quiet Afternoon at the Office II
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75
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When the Occupations Have Just Begun
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76
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After the Orionids, Near the Plaza
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77
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From the Dictionary of Indo-European Roots
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78
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Short Anthem for the General Strike
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79
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Mists From People As They Pass
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80
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Types of Fire at the Strike
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81
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o—o—o o—o—o o—o—o o—o—o
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82
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A Brutal Encounter Recollected in Tranquility
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83
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& the Tents Went Back Up
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85
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2 Journal Entries During Occupy SF
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86
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An Almanac of Coastal Winter Creatures
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87
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The Second Half of the Survey
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88
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Lyrid Meteor Showers During Your Dissertation
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89
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Poem of Hope, Almost at Equinox
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90
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Radical Lads, Blisters & Glad Summers
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91
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Mystical Lichen Falls Through the Fonts
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92
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Smart Galaxies Work with Our Mother
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93
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In the Evening of the Search
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105
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS & NOTES
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107
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I. ON THE MIRACLE OF NAMELESS FEELING
I went out to the hazel wood
Because a fire was in my head
W. B. YEATS
“The Song of Wandering Aengus”
Hummingbird darted from his perch and stole a spark of fire.
He tucked it under his throat and flew directly back home.
When he arrived at the coast, Coyote was nowhere to be found,
so Hummingbird stashed the fire in the buckeye tree.
JULES
