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BED OF LEAVES by MICHAEL LONGLEY

First Line: HE CLIMBED TO THE COPSE, A CONSPICUOUS PLACE NEAR WATER
Last Line: AND SLEEP SETTLED ON HIM LIKE ASHES AND CLOSED HIS EYELIDS

Poem Sources:

THE NEW YORKER, V71#8, APRIL 17/95.
  (1995)
 



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