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Do not worry that your love’s beauty
Will dazzle me,
Blind me,
Keep me
From my daily bread.
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Do not worry that the bursting
Notes of your anvil
Will stun me to dead stillness.
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Do not be anxious.
Let your giving fall
As the rain.
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I will take
The bucking wildness
Into a pasture so deep
That no one will hear
The hoofs beating the earth.
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I will swaddle
The screaming miracle
Succor it with silence.
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Do not be anxious
Of giving’s peril.
Let your love fall
As the rain.
