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And Hiding Away

And Hiding Away

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I prize the cloudy, tearing sky

for the thoughts that flap and fly.

For staying in and reading by.

For sitting under.



I read a book of Madeline

and her friends in two straight lines,

in Paris, in a house with vines

over its old face.

Far, far is Paris...

and the sky is dark with mystery.



Try, catch the thoughts that flap and fly

in the cloudy, tearing sky,

that touch and stir and won't be tied-

and try to speak them.



I think of my old Flower Sky.

Of us, when we thought we were spies.

Of bobbing eggs in Easter dyes.

Of walks in London.

Try, try to hold my love for you,

it knows no measure.



This is a day for hearing bagpipes

somewhere playing.

This is a day for hearing sarabands

and hiding away.



Sky, I hold my tears if you do.

Starling thoughts, go over me

And Hiding Away /

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