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by Hayden Carruth     The great poems of     our elders in many     tongues we struggled     to comprehend who     are now content with     mystery simple     and profound you     in the night your     breath your body     orbit of time and     the moment you     Phosphorus and     Hesper a dark circle     of fertility so     bloodthirsty for us     you in the world     the night breathing     asleep and alive.