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Fire-blind I gaze, fair-faced girl.



Big glasses balance, brown, great round lenses

Ride thy nose-ridge, now note-reading.

Fair lashes flash, flared foot-long;

Books rest on bare legs crossed.



Last class you came clad in green dress.

You hold the hopes of the talk-hall,

Pen-mouthing. A gash, heart-hewn,

Bled over my eyes.