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    <title>Greacen010</title>
    <Collections>Unpublished Poems</Collections>
    <Contributor>Greacen Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>19 Jan</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Greacen010</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Manuscript</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>A wind in midsummer</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
    <Path>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen010</Path>
    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
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    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>﻿A Wind in Midsummer

Even in the midst of summer
A small, harsh voice many cry
While in the dusty August gutter
Tokens of a later season lie.

Now in this summer—suited weather
Look what flotsam can be found -
Brown and red leaves scattered dryly,
Obscenely wrinkled on the ground.

Then through the evening stillness
Passes a wind both sharp and neat;
A shiver of death brushes the silence,
And scatters leaves under our feet.
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