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I am
I am the poet of little
things and
of babes
I am each
The Of [illegible illegible] gnats
in the air
and the
even of beetles rolling his
ball of dung
Afar in the sky [illegible]
I built a nest in the
was a sky
nest.
And my soul ?stood? there flew thither
to at
reconnoitre
and squat,
and looked
long out
upon the universe
And saw millions the journeywork of of
suns and
systems of
suns.
And has known since that
And now I know that
each
a leaf of grass
is not less
than
this
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