Will you dear angel
Remind me of the name
Of that vine over there
I forget what year
I stood it in its hole
And pruned and watered it
And waited for it to cling
Like a body to its bones
To make the trellis ring
And now you're dying
And I've forgotten your name
Numberless leaves I have known
But now I take from memory
Whatever it provides
Vast in its elisions
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