James Murdock Biography

If I have any advice it is to think
think think dear daughter
of actions as cannonballs laying waste
of words as timbers crashing down
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If I had not seen
the golden sap, sapping gold;
if I had not seen a fire
illuminate your face;
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It's a hard life
no matter what age you're living in
it's a hard life
whether you're pushing a plow
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When the last breath of night
has been exhaled
and when its sigh has been heard
through these wooden windows.
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The rolling sage at dusk, and the rolling dusk
did slide the brown-tinned house, face-onward,
did pull all the soft fields unto speckled star-light
and all the chinaberry trees sideways wisped by
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