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LYRIC OUTCRY by HELEN FRAZEE-BOWER

First Line: THE LARK UNWINDS HIS SPIRAL SPEECH
Last Line: ON PERMANENCE.
The lark unwinds his spiral speech,
A curve of sound,
The lyric grass-blades only reach
Words made of ground.

And in between, bewildered, I
Stand by and lean
One tilted ear to catch the sky,
And one this green.

My heart is tiptoe for the song
That leaps the fence --
But well I know my feet belong
On permanence.



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