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Mansion of Will |
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| He had thought of it before, but finally he announced
his intentions. Everything was built in a day, then the night came with a proper cement. The eye of the owl hid in its cave, the hair of many women floated on the water. The moon . . . yes, there was the moon washing its one hand over and over. |
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He stood at a door, master of all he had surveyed. The sky and the hill, and the path up the sky, and beyond the door bushes and bears, with whatever else night holds, tutored or not by the fitful eye. |
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Quite a lot of things are, carp in the garden pool that fed from his hand, or sank far down at dawn. Odd, to own the brick and balanced wings, planned so long; he felt all his life he had, like the carp, thought from below. |
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Now those years were spread under the fine-boned moon, and there was nothing he meant to subtract or add. Tomorrow, where the river made turns through the four impeccable seasons, women would bring their clothes to wash and air. |
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